Why spend your life
With a woman
You can’t know in heaven
You were in the pig pen
Women from outside the gates of heaven
No one to love them
Or to let them in
Any woman can ask God
To be a great beauty on earth
Its the the devil my dear
What a laugh
It is your ego telling you that you were naughty
Not any demonic plan
Just a pig who couldn’t get men
The old souls
Never ask for it
Everything is permitted
Anyone can say
Lord, I want to be beautiful on earth
But there is no spiritual growth
The old soul women
Laugh at the folly of the young souls
They have grown tired
Of being the center of every harem
In times governed by men
Because they were a beautiful possession
The old soul women laugh at them
They have been a queen for eternity
They have been at the centre of every party
Oh look at the young souls
Look at them go
Waking up to their inner ugliness above
Everyone there knows they just chose it
And why they did it
Their thought process
Isn’t hidden
And every thought they had
What they did behind your back
Beauty is cheap
Nothing worthy to keep
It is transient and for the transients
Who won’t visit earth again
Now things aren’t the same for women
The wise women know things from ancient times
Look at the pig pen you were in
Not a glamorous woman to be found
All the outliers
All the desperates
Beauty not chosen for art is a wasted life
The ancients earned their heavenly beauty long ago
They do the roles to move the world forward
Look at the folly of the young souls
And you with them
In their pig pen
There is a new set of them
In each generation
Gone and forgotten
Ancient women
They have no need for the men
Who have been in a pig pen
Who have reveled in young souls
Who don’t consider what is good for the soul
They will not grow old with the ancients
They will live well but die languishing
Peering into heaven
With those from the pig pen
Lingam has connected their souls
Now they are the souls together
Forever
Linked in the pig pen of sin
Please remove these terrible men from our sight Lord
They can no longer sit with the ancients
They have been removed from the journals
Look at what has become of them by thinking of themselves
All the spirituality built up in past lives
Gone now, forever
Failing by thinking everything is about indulgence and privilege
And not a role to be savored to help people
For what other point would God choose someone to have
Attention? Why them?
Are they not the same as everyone
They think beauty makes them different
Until they wake in heaven to how they have always looked
Pining for beauty on earth
Because they won’t earn it by doing honorable and spiritual lives
They have failed you God
They didn’t use their role for wisdom
Outward appearances of helping people
Look at the virtual signaling
Of men who now walk a lonely road for eternity
Wondering what could have been for them
While the ancient men
They have any fame they desire
Until the end of time