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Once again, Firefox Spellcheck has failed me. Jubilus is a word.
Slicing through the clouds around,
Lustrous to view, its glare profound;
Jubilus song and choir await,
Right behind the Golden Gate.
Amid the starving desert, this utopia,
Calms hunger at its cornucopia;
Satisfaction and thanksgiving rotate,
At the table behind the Golden Gate.
Behold, entry is not free for all,
For you must answer the King's call;
Unceasingly He beckons all, post haste,
To join Him behind the Golden Gate.
They forsake Him, ignore His gift,
Scoff and mock, building a rift;
A rift of immorality, disbelief, and hate,
Hinders them from entering the Golden Gate.
Rejected, the King returns inside,
Where those who accepted Him abide;
Outside the decliners sit and wait,
for eternal damnation outside the Golden Gate.
Spoiler
I hope I gave enough clues as to what my poem is about. Thanks for reading 
