My Belief

An angel came from high above the sky of my belief
Down to the earth he took my hope, my heart, and my relief
I saw the angel and he told me the story of my life
He said: when you are 55 then you are gonna die
I thought by myself what he’s talking can’t be with heaven’s seal
And so I placed my sword at his neck and told him soon to leave
But the angel he started laughing, and day turned into night
And as I raised my head again, the devil stood aside
And then I died