Pretty soon

Pretty soon,
it will be you judgement day
Pretty soon,
you will be in decay
Pretty soon,
on a marble slab you'll lie
Hope some-ones
with you when you die
Pretty soon,
you body will be in pain
Every muscle and sinew
will burn like a flame
Pretty soon,
in fear you will cry
Hope some-ones with you
when you die
Pretty soon,
maggots eat your flesh
Pretty soon,
old and rotting where
once you were fresh
Pretty soon,
your flesh putrefies
Just hope some-ones
with you when you die
Pretty soon