Somewhere there is paradise
For those that are devout
And Valhalla awaits the faithful
Of that I have no doubt
Heaven’s gates will open
With it’s perfection and allure
Utopia is expected
By the pious and the pure
Since I know I’m not worthy
Of rewards somewhere greater
I will enjoy my Elysium
Now, instead of later
For I have my Arcadia
Nirvana is within reach
I exist in Shangri-la
Right here at Myrtle Beach
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