How will we know when it’s approaching?
Is there a signal that death is coming?
Or do we just wait as we wish it away?
How is its taste,
Does is it have a metallic taste?
Or is it nostalgic or mordant?
How does it smell like?
Does the odor jolt one to senseless neglect?
Or what does one see when faced with death's eyes?
Does is it have dark unfriendly eyes
Will angels beckon us when death snatches us?
To join the alluring alliance of souls
A clarion sound of heaven's harmony
A walk on the golden streets of heaven,
The choir of the angels singing to the lord,
Or will Lucifer come knocking'
With hell's bells last call?
Where demons will be waiting anxiously,
For more company to torture,
Perhaps there is a real paradise,
Where the angels will join us in song and dance,
As we eat from the beautiful garden,
Juicy fruits as we sing hymns to the lord,
And as we sit on the golden streets
Where there will be unending joy>>