Death of Me


At this time of day,
I have come to past,
Surviving in this realm,
Will I ever last.

Spoken to soon,
Death takes me by,
Looking towards the moon,
My soul began to cry.

A light suddenly appears,
To guide this soul,
As my heart breaks in fear,
Of this death defying role.

Angels have arrived,
To indicate a sign,
Of heaven and hell,
But Satan speaks his line:

You will burn,
In the hot fiery flame,
Begging for mercy,
As you worship my name.

So for those who do good,
Or commit a sin,
But speak the words of god,
And the devil will not win.

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