What I stole while no one was looking...

There is a thin line at the horizon, that does its best to keep heaven and earth apart, but sometimes, sometimes it forgets and lets itself be erased and swept away by the rising sun. Thus being done for a tiny moment there is nothing obstructing us from heaven, except perhaps space and time. So many obstacles, the judges are strict and the little voice in my head has gotten a sore throat and became quiet, I doubt  that my sore feet will ever touch the carpet of heavens marvelous floors. So instead of patient waiting, filled by good and humble deeds, which I probably should be doing, I do what I'm best at lying and cheating and stealing heaven piece by piece. Whenever the line is not cautious, and before it ever comes to reason and rebuilds itself, I steal a heaven for my own. My greedy human hands take as much of the unguarded treasure as they can carry, and I don't even feel a stitch of guilt....