A home the death crys regret to know about, pain tell, a perfect creature already in the image of God (knows only Good) fail to know about the secret hiding by Satan.

Now death revealed the secret of the after life, now the host of heaven not resting Jesus, watch out the game I play without knowing about it.

If one could die and see the other side would have ask death to take all but leave me, story told for fun and entertainment now because a mystery for death to tell.

If only I could decide after death without him using my sin after my soul, a gift I never ask for, given by God, only Jesus can save.

Let me not pretend death is not real when my heart beat.