We all pass away from this world in time,

So live life as if this is your dying day.

Some believe life's not the end of the line,

Clinching both hands together as they pray.


Man made religion to keep world order

And write bestsellers that could withstand time.

To go against the Almighty Sorter,

You shall find your end has been redefined.


To think of death is a frightening thought,

If/where this endless afterlife resides.

If we live when our Armageddon's wrought,

You know I'll see you on the other side.


To what extent the end lies, know one knows,

Blind completely, to where the river goes...