Heaven -
Andrew Flores The Angel, gracious with splendor; his white sparkling angel touches allow him to have the grace of December
He has a face to remember, during the white splendid Christmas, snowflakes and snow angels fall to the snowy grounds, he chases the embers
Heaven has no boundaries, church bells chime with glee and win(d), snowflakes and snow angels chases the seasons wind
Priests and Pastors preach Christianity, sermons of light; he will grin; his tears of joy sparkle into rain; astonishing as the seas of sin
Angels of joy smile and sparkle at his grin, Andrew writes poetry on a canvas of swift, with the touch of a pen; candles have lit
Shoes and sandals are fit, scarfs of joy, and sweaters of love attract to his wrist, Heaven loves Christmas; white winter is exact for this prince
‘Yet with the touch of a pen, he fell from grace, as his white hand touched his face
He didn’t want to leave a subtle chase, he loved to love in vain..’
And with that, he plummet from grace.
Hell –
God’s son/sun, engulfed with burning passion’s hell’s flame; the subtle boy cried tears of joy on the well plains
For his 2 cents in the well’s safe, he was well trained, know to fire remarks and chases hell’s flame on a well day
Hell’s chime was graced, he swam with tears of joy in oceans flame, he sped speech of dialect in written doctrine for his soley name
His name built links and links for his broken chain, he sped dialect written in open flame, from Heaven to Hell; not a moment changed
With his name sung, a bell sung; him crying tears of joy upon entering hell’s flame was well done
For he was baptized in Heaven and Hell, and will reign as Hell’s son…
Now his Heaven and Hell, has blossomed into a paradise.
Now a flower grows in Jesus Christ's pasture.