vile wretched reaper grim
you are but decomposition
fruit of puke, i rebuke 
away with your cadaverine breath 
in beauty's face you reek
of sweet life pristine i drink
your skull and crossbones a mockery of man
above your putrid bed in hell,
your power over me is real
fomented by your king
yet by divine decree,
my crimes absolved, 
though it be time, my earthly death,
look, two angels of the Lord they come
now your accusing finger shakes
they will carry me to God's throne, 
bathed in his eternal life
you o death are swallowed up in victory