Friends and brothers Will find the grave with his golden treasures, Drop gold in with him to purchase his passage. But gold secreted, cached in coffers, Cannot buy back a blackened soul, Ransom it from the wrath of Judgement. The world he fashioned, the earth's far corners. The high roofed heavens. Stupid the man who scorns the Almighty.
Death is an ambush.
God upholds him who lives in His hands. Steer your will well. Keep it on course. Keep faith with your fellows. Love those who love Him.