Isn't death the opening of a gate?
A predetermined law set by fate?
Isn't it a stairwell,
That gives all who pass a bittersweet farewell?
Is death not what comes knocking on your door,
Wishing, weeping for more?
Does it rip open your heart?
Does it beg you depart?
Are we welcomed at Satan's doors?
Ushered in without remorse?
Or do we regret that one fatal choice,
That made our demons rejoice?
Do not bid on a prize you cannot win.
We humans cannot compromise of sin.
You cannot undowhat has been done,
I ask you think that when you wish death to come.
