Beauty of death 1

Uninvited it came,
carrying a large black sack.

This time round no cry will be heard.
This is your deathbed.

Blacker than black,
more pungent then corpses,
this is the angel of Death.

You chose the side for which it would come.
You sins weighing you down,
your deeds are but a handful.

Mercy has long been taken from you,
repention never on you mind.

You chose the side for which it would come.
Lifted the black sack,
lifted your soul.

In the sack you go,
with the rest of the sinners.

Darkness
Fear
Hell