Death Is Near Poem by Cyrus Diaz

Walking feet under the sky
he will be concealed
on the ground one day
at a time in the near future.
his destruction will come like
a whirlwind that would
chaff him like thresh.
he may live hundred years
on earth but he will
spend forever in eternity
for his body is only his soul's
momentary dwelling place
his soul is concluded twice:
heaven or hell?
oh, sinners be aware
of the fearful danger
it is a great furnace of wrath
is is a bottomless pit of
fire and worms that never dies.
souls crying in extreme misery
and perfect despair
they howl for salvation
of their spirit.
therefore, let everyone
be wake from deep sleep
and be aware of the wrath to come.
let everyone be free from Sodom
for no one can redeem you soul
not even your wealth,
not even your achievements,
your acquaintance,
the kings, prophets not the saints
and the powerful of the earth,
noting that you have done,
nothing of your own.
there's nothing you can do
for only God can spare you.
but lucky are those who have
invested sop much for eternity
they, who obeyed, feared
and have honored him.
lucky are they wherein God
had thrown the door
of mercy open wide,
his heart is filled with love for them
and washed them from their sins
by his own precious blood,
happy are those in
the land of the living,
in the dwelling place f God
who obtained salvation.
lucky are those who passed
under great change of heart
and was made to rise
from the dead of the sin
and endure life and light.