She ran and ran as fast as she could
breaths coming out in pants.
She trid to scream,
she tripped and fell.
death extended his hand and
said it's time to go to hell.
but "why me?" she tried to plead
Death looked her in the eye
and said "it was not your time to die"
She killed her self with a knife
and now she had to pay the price.
The angels wept and her fate
There was nothing they could change.
She hung her head
She took his hand.
Down to hell she went
just like he planned