Dirge for Who to Die

Death draweth near
I can smell it
like ashes in the air
I can taste it
like iron filings
as on fingers clings
to cell bound
souls underground
chains bound to hell
A city six feet under
where dwell the fell.
Man, the garden after
where to man fell
no better than the fell;
the fallen demon,
Now walking dead men.
Sin in Sin, lets sin again
Now look within
and you'll see the reason
there is so much suffering:
You are the reason
and you are dieing
You will soon be dead
on your death bead
under Wrath of God
your sins punished
unless you accept
Christ Crucified
The gift in except
of your deserts
your heart accepts
your soul converts
The Old Man died
And for once and always
you live in praise
For Salvation
From Christ Risen

Soli Deo Gloria

(c)James Marikle 2009