❝All my friends are heathens,
Now, they'll never go to heaven.
Forever in their graves,
Forgotten like slaves.
Is that what you wanted me to say?❞

PART 1: 

From the depths where the sun does not shine,
Where darkness permeates your mind,
I share this message, to you, oh sinner—
That you may not end up here with me. 

Ignorance blinded me from the truth,
And here I am, paying the final price.
I pray that this reaches you,
That you may not end up here with me.

To live or to die, I did neither.
I only existed, never truly living.
My death was rather predictable,
But I truly wasn't ready for what was to come after,
And I tell you now—
That you may not end up here with me. 

PART 2:

Repent, oh sinner, repent.
Before your life is forfeited,
Before you lose your way,
That you may not end up here with me. 

Heaven was a chasm away,
Somewhere I could never hope to reach.
But you, oh dear sinner—
Still alive, existing but not truly living,
Repent—
That you may not end up here with me.

I implore you to listen,
Do not be as the half-dead,
The ones slumbering at the devil's feet.
Rise and repent, oh dear sinner,
That you may not end up here with me. 

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author's note: this has been re-edited.