the dead of night.
the angel of death comes.
his icey cold breath clam's you.
takeing you in to the darkness.
the black hole of death take's you.
untill you find out which way you go.
go untill heaven or hell.
the sweet touch of god's hand.
to the painful kiss of the devil.
goinf to the fild's of green gress.
or to the hot pits of fire.
will in walk in the stressts of gold.
for be giveing to the unforgiveing flams.
will i got to heaven or hell.
we will never know.
untill death takes me away.
