Death of a Soul

Death is an endless restless sleep When it is brought down by your own hand Peace will not come to the selfish mortal Who thought of life as a cross to bare. free will is not free Your actions cost you dearly & you must pay your debt to those you have wronged Only He accepts I.O.U's. But once you've robbed Him of the chance to save your soul Once you have spilled thy blood with your own hand You have essentially crippled your inner light,, Damning yourself to darkness for all eternity And though He cannot save you, His angels still weep For the saddest thing for them to witness is the Death of a Soul.