SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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The 700 Club

Keeping score, I win. 
Not only my actions count 
But how I account for them, 
Following only the right signs. 
Getting down the road of less 
Travel, I won it all.

I find myself now at the seventh 
Gate of some ludicrous site 
Where all the winners may pray. 
Another manmade utopia is all 
It is though, where the winners congregate 
To save themselves or the vendors 
They appear to be working for.

What was forgotten? Well, the 
Signs never meant anything. 
False idols, I guess, and the grace 
Of God was never factored in. 
And our timeline, our tests, 
Those of the prize are not the same 
As those written in the Book of Life. 
Who would never play these 
Silly games? Never shout 
With glee, “A hero!”

Will we ever see heaven on earth? 
Not by our means; of course, 
I see this now.

Good try, and thank you Lord 
For taking up our 700 Club.


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