Heaven is perfect, with no pain or sickness
Heaven is free from any spot of darkness
Heaven’s streets are paved with gold
At least these are the facts that I’ve been told
Warriors are bred to kill for a purpose
They fight valiantly and cuss
They die protecting others that are weak
They are warriors seven days a week
They think about fighting all day
They dream about destroying everything in their way
They constantly hone their profession
And it is truly their obsession
So when they reach the end of their life
When they are laid in the ground next to their wife
They have ceased being the protector
The thing keeping evil away from your door
Do they go to heaven a shouting
Do they walk the streets looking
Looking for the danger
Ready to kill any and every stranger
But if their is no evil, no war
Are they not warriors any more
Do they spend eternity lost and unfulfilled
Or are they spent to hell where blood is always spilled
Or maybe they are all sitting restless
Waiting for a leader to give them a new purpose
To lead them to carve out their own place
Where they can battle and add a new scar on their face
Or maybe heaven is free of pain
And it allows these warriors to train
To train for revelation
Where they will follow the lord’s direction
Where they are granted wings
And transformed to angelic beings
They will serve in the Lord’s army
Protecting his family
I do not possess the answer of this enigma
This will never be a question asked in trivia
Just some food for thought
About things that may be or may not
They defend Heaven and proceed to wherever the frontier awaits!
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