Take me to the garden where time has no name , where life itself cannot leave it's impression on the brain , where people before me have fallen , to the ills of this life , where I cannot emulate the savior and come back twice . Death is an angle that falls from the sky , sometimes to strike without a tear or goodbye , his wings hide his black heart , his tainted skin , the commander of souls who's sometimes named grim , take me away for I am
Your friend , god makes my passage and this is my end .