Standing in the place of perfection.
To know you will never find pain.
The ultimate goal in life is to enter this place.
Streets of solid gold.
Buildings full of worship and praise.
The endless boundries that stretch further than the eye can see.
Yes, this place is where I will go.
This place many before me have entered.
This place is called Heaven!

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