Anguish and sorrow as presents
God knows thee all gain

Life with pain and misery
Yet we've joy it's a mystery

Thee all Envy my fortune
Thee all mocker my misfortune

Thee all weigh up my mortal beauty,
Mortal riches at last my background

Recall my words thee all end up
In a casket 6 feet underground

Infront of the death's door thee all
Ask themselves "what did I do in life"?
Thee all recall the sinful acts
With a bitter smile thee all shall enter
The death's door
--inky-heart