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.