Morning Creed

What happens when you die?
is this the end to all our tears?
our heart rips and we cry
but no escape exists, appears.

Our angels fall from grace
they too can't see our doom and pain
attach looks to our face
these angels' wings bleed without gain.

No prayers let us go
cut skin deep, drops of red fall down
and prophets fail to know
we lose our heads, we lose the crown.

They tell you, when you die
a bright light comes and takes you home
but truth, all heavens sigh
cause when you die, you are alone.