Staring down a dark hole
Knowing at the bottom is Death.
What brought me here to this hole?
Whatever it was,
Won’t let me leave now.
If I move
Death will leave his home
And take my life with him.
I hear a voice.
It is God!
The only thing who can control Death.
God tells me to something
And I do it.
I guess God didn’t have the power
I thought he had.
For as I do it
I feel Death rip through me
And take my soul with him.
As I fly away with Death,
I look back to see
“God” taking my belongings.
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