A Sinner's Death

Heed thy sacred song;
In prayer, the sin begone.

On my knees while his blood I shed.
Though light surrounds, the darkness spreads.

Why God must he die?
A sinner’s death, yet still I cry.

His breath, the angels wring.
Unholy life to you they bring.

Shall he see salvation’s light?
Or be blinded by demonic might.

The sounds of a scream cut short by blade,
From a wielder who prays that this soul be saved.

The fading eyes still shock my brain.
His life is gone, but I still remain.