A Deathly Poem

A Poem on Death and the After life if there is One

Death is the waited fate for all
If fire or with flame

Perhaps that life is just a fluke
In this accursed game

From false rises to demises
The wheels of fortune spin

But death comes ever closer
In hopes to fetch us in

To what I am not very sure
A flaming hell could be

For no mortal man has yet returned
To tell the dreaded see

Sin and wrong pervade the world
It seems an ugly chance

A babie's cry; a demon's horn
it's all a mindless dance

If I only were so certain
that death was not the end

Just punishments of the Lord
He ,Himself, would send....