Death is the broom I take in my hands to sweep the world clean.

Death is the broom I take in my hands to sweep the world clean.

Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.

Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.

Death is near and our mutual company is short.

Death is near and our mutual company is short.

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.

For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?

For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?

Death is as sure for that which is born, as birth is for that which is dead. Therefore grieve not read more

Death is as sure for that which is born, as birth is for that which is dead. Therefore grieve not for what is inevitable.

Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with read more

Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

I look at life as a gift of God. Now that he wants it back I have no right to read more

I look at life as a gift of God. Now that he wants it back I have no right to complain.

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven read more

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.