Repent

On swift wings,
Death doth travel.

As thy heart beats,
Thy eyes gaze.

Look unto the darkness,
Witness thy own death

Speak not to the angel of grace,
But to the morbid angel.

As ghastly demons rise,
From their perpetual doom,

Witness the devil,
In all his haunting glory.

As thy sins flash before thy eyes,
Proclain thyself to the Holy One.

Pour thy heart and soul,
Into thy final cries.

Grow thy wings,
And let thyself be lifted by grace.