Death Resembles a Fading Sunset
Death resembles a fading sunset,
another beginning awaits anyone who believes;
the damned curse it, the blessed accept it.
Shedding tears is admitting guilt,
and isn't truth the reason that make them fall?
Death resembles a fading sunset.
Even godless men are transformed by faith,
nothing they regret and that includes their pride;
the damned curse it, the blessed accept it.
Humility keeps righteousness intact;
aren't proud hearts raged by this beautiful virtue?
The damned curse it, the blessed accept it.
If goodness is shared, evil won't persist;
let love triumph over the deeds of wickedness.
The damned curse it, the blessed accept it.
We stare at graves, and still feel fret;
our enemies are powerless and can't harm us.
Death resembles a fading sunset;
the damned curse it, the blessed accept it.
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