The 4 Last Candles

The candle of death has an untamed flame, That fire which foreshadows everyone the same, The obstinate force that trembles any fame, An unstoppable firestorm which always came, The candle of judgement never even lost a case, The emotion of retribution shown on every face, The question raised against the shameless base, The candle that doesn't flicker in any spiritual race, The candle of heaven is the daydream of all, The sprint begins to refuse the need to fall, The man thinks he stands but pretends to be tall, How foolish is he if he misinterprets the heaven's call, The candle of hell fortells the damnation within our wax, It brings back our regretless tracks, Placing us in it's fire and brimstone sacks, Fractured are the damned wearing golden yet lead cloaks.