DEATH
As the angel of death approaches,
A disbelieving soul with Tourches,
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 judgement to aboard
By sister Zulaikha age 14
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