DEATH

As the angel of death approaches,

A disbelieving soul with Torches,

It squeals and screams out in despair,

As the angel of Death gives him an evil stare.

Malaikul Maut will rip the soul out with great force,

And for the fire of hell it will be a good source,

Of food to keep it going,

For the time spent in hell fire is ever flowing

As the Angel of Death approaches

A believing soul with torches

It allows the angel to take the soul

With so much peace he hardly knows

The souls will be with its lord,

If it was a good soul it will have a huge reward,

Where it will be for ever happy and never bored

Waiting for the day of judgment to aboard

By sister Zulaikha age 14