Death is the end, the ultimate goal
the ceasing of body, rising of soul
death is judgement, punishment due
the unknown mystery, waiting for you

Gather your thoughts, do not let them roam
as your blood grows cold, you are all alone
when time has run out, when you feel it near
realizing it's not death, but the past you fear

You know undoubtedly, the wrongs you've done
before your very eyes, they now come one by one
paralyzed by fear of the ******, you wonder well
where will they take you, will it be heaven or to hell

Your body will squirm, a pain of a singular kind
you will twist and turn, with the torment of mind
when you find yourself immobile, as if in a trance
you beg and plead, just for that one more chance

You will love your neighbor, and close of kin
and obey the Commandments, to avoid all sin
you will help the sick, and you will tend to the poor
never again to turn a beggar, away from your door

You will feed the hungry, you will rest the worn
by choosing to be the rose, and not the thorn
that struggle for life, it has me growing sick
as it pierces my heart, and it cuts to the quick

I tell you dying one, it is all in vain
you will never get, that chance again
what has been done cannot be undone
prepare for the next life, for it will come

Your Soul knows, it never sought earthy desire
why let it burn for your sins, in hell's ****** fire
instead of false promises, hear me, do I implore
this is what you should have done, so long before

Your battle is through, lay down your sword
render your last breath, unto the One Lord
seek his mercy, your soul he may yet save
this can still be only a detour, call it the grave