Regrets cemented in the heart,
a man, burdened by his sins.
Alone, he faced the poisoned dart
of hate which he'd sown within.

He tossed and turned in his bed
as he cursed and wept bitter tears
for all the crimes that he has led,
his conscience pricked, he felt his fear.

His body ached, his mind, a mess.
He saw the souls of men he killed.
They crawled, they hissed, they end his rest
and caused his beating heart to still.

The Reaper dragged his soul away.
He screamed and begged but it's too late
for all the wealth he had that day
can never save him from his fate.