I don’t think that death is dark,

For me death is just a new embark.

Death by the blade or death by a garden spade,

Death to me is all the same.

For how I die is up to Him,

If in war one pulls the trigger doesn’t mean it’s a sin.

For I could die a solder’s death,

Or be killed by an overdose of crystal meth.

For when I die, it will be soon,

It has always been my doom.