You can’t take with you bands of gold
or anything your hands can hold
Your conscience will be tested soon
Your body flies above the moon
Beyond the moon your soul can fly
You always were a lucky guy
Your earthly prison’s steeped in lies
but truth is waiting in the skies
Your money can’t define you now
Your innocence can take a bow
Confessing all your worldly sins
allows the truth to live again
For your belongings you have fought
Alas the soul can not be bought
Your dying day has now arrived
He judges you and must decide
Your body had all sorts of fun
but that was ended by a gun
Your casket came just yesterday
and now it’s time for Judgement Day
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