Dark clouds fill the once deep blue sky.
The sun's light is snuffed out like a candle.
A man hangs on a cross,
Looking at those shouting beneath him.
A mother weeps for her son.
He breaths his last as Death overtakes him.
Now standing at a large gate,
Death is before you holding three keys.
Sulfur fills the darkness around you.
Your lungs burn like fire
As you realize you're breathing in smoke.
You hear cries of help from the other side.
Suddenly the darkness has become light.
You're breathing fresh air.
Death himself seems to be afraid.
A man in white reaches out and takes the keys.
He unlocks Death's door,
Releasing those inside.
A tomb, once closed,
Now stands open for all to see.
Death could not restrain him.
The grave could not hold on to him.
In heaven he reigns adorned in glorious white,
Welcoming all who will to come sit by his side.
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