The Cunning serpent whispers,
"Indeed you shall not surely die";
As an angel of light he whispers,
But there is something; Still a lie.
All the people are still sleeping;
Yet you hear a whisper in the night;
They know nothing; still are sleeping;
A bump, a fleeting shadow, a light.
Whom are you praying to oh, pious one,
While on knees bending till the prayer is done;
Know you not that they are still not awake?
The Saints are all sleeping; Their help forsake.
When Jesus returns the dead will arise;
For he is the resurrection and the life;
His dead will awaken; at his word, arise;
To meet their lord and they that are alive,
and remain will be caught up to him in the air;
so shall they ever be with him in eternal life.
"Lest ye sorrow" by Fountainview Acadamy
See "Unmasked" by Sarah Dragnet on YouTube that is what started this poem. The original set to music is much sweeter.
Eccl 9:5 "...but the dead know not anything, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten."