The world in the eyes of a child is bright and pure
The world in the eyes of a teen is dark and sour
The world in the eyes of a adult is fruitful and deadly
The world in eyes of a elder is silent and peaceful
The world in the eyes of the dead is nothing.

Death is sweet to some, flowers all around
For others, their names are gone, unknown to the world
The flesh on bones, wearing away
The blood ****** out
Bones wrapped in vines, awaiting
The flowers to bloom
Herald of death, Herald of heaven
Argue over souls
The souls weep tears of sorrow
As they are taken away
Herald of death,
Your methods dark
Torture and pain so true
Your words so hateful and deep
**** me now
Herald of heaven
Your methods light
Love and respect so true
Your words so sweet and careful
Revive me now
Either way of passing, go into
Your life is on their hands
Young, old, and dead