Dying
Dying-Noah Holden
Everybody is going to die somehow, some way,
You could die right now, tomorrow or today,
You could be murdered, or just drop dead,
You can die any second even when your sleeping in your bed,
One day you could be shopping at the store,
The next day you could be resting behind a closed coffin door,
The Death Angel will take you no matter where you are or what your doing,
Your family, your friends and your loved ones will be at your bodies viewing,
You will be stored in a morgue in a freezer as cold as ice,
Make your life right and repent because you don’t get to live twice,
Everyone dies and when it’s your time to go your going,
Your heart will quit and your blood will stop flowing,
You will be put in a coffin and thrown into a hole,
When you reach your time to die, the Death Angel will reap your soul.
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