Conscience of the guity soul

As the days go by I hear a whispering sound,

It tells me your lifes not worth just a labyrinth wound.

Looks like my future will be damned in hell,

Life seems long but I can still hear my knell,

I pray to god and I kneel to say,

Please oh lord show me the right  way,

There is no way Son for you've sinned,

And death will come like a cold winter wind.