In the beginning your gift was ignored It took the threat of d**h to realize I laid in the bed the word was die You the prophet were by my side You cared about the gift of life I remorse for time lost and things done I realize you're the one In time I've known You've given your time and your money To this creature that they call god The other side is where time's erased Where night is eternal And we walk as shadows of gods To exist is to be deceased If his words go unfulfilled I will pray for his own d**h Author that of life Closed book of the prophet Peace made in myself I will remember words of kind