Oh , I hate you death,
You are a wicked thing roaming the earth,
Going into homes when you are not welcome,
To your wreck hole ;Calling them to come .
You go in to take their joy ,
Taking it by striking their men , father, husband, and their boy.
As if that not enough you take again their, wives, mother, old ones and their girl.
You enjoy that because they aren't at gird.
You get joy ,by ceasing people's happiness
Yet still not satisfied ; still marking them with sadness.
You think your power won't go dent,
Well; to you some have bent .
To me and my families ,your are powerless ,
To the people of God you will always come less
You know why , God is the only one we serve,
In him , you are least to what we have .
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 5:26 AM UTC
Oh , I hate you death,
You are a wicked thing roaming the earth,
Going into homes when you are not welcome,
To your wreck hole ;Calling them to come .
You go in to take their joy ,
Taking it by striking their men , father, husband, and their boy.
As if that not enough you take again their, wives, mother, old ones and their girl.
You enjoy that because they aren't at gird.
You get joy ,by ceasing people's happiness
Yet still not satisfied ; still marking them with sadness.
You think your power won't go dent,
Well; to you some have bent .
To me and my families ,your are powerless ,
To the people of God you will always come less
You know why , God is the only one we serve,
In him , you are least to what we have .
You have power over death through faith in jesus