For I am just a boy,
I'm still afraid of death.
What happens after the day God decides
That you will run out of breath?

Will it just be darkness?
Will it be blue skies?
Will the depths of hell,
Overwhelm,
In the fiery realms,
Be my utter demise?

This sounds existential,
And needless to say, that's true.
Don't think I'm looking for attention,
I'm still no better than you.