In other words,
I would create another life,
One void of misery and strife.
A paradise in bright warm sunshine,
where everyone was happy, loving and kind.
There would be no bad words,
fly away evil birds.

My world would be a joy to live in,
there would be no such thing as sin.
There would be no need for a God,
everyone would do their loving part.
Words would be the creators of rule,
speech would be the only tool.

Voice activated society,
words of rule the propriety.
Speak your joy,
up pops your toy.
Every surviving need,
brought to reality from word seed.

Sing an entire happy song,
immediately fly to where you want to belong.
Destination paradise,
no strings attached in sacrifice.
In other words,
no second or thirds,
everything delivered first class,
spoken words the only pass.

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