Your mind, praise and fear control you

Your body will follow behind

Your praise will lead to unpleasant dreams

The dreams will turn to sorrow

Sorrow will turn to death

And you will turn to marrow

As your bones evaporate, you shall sadly cry

Wishing you had not praised him in the first place or at all

One day your friends shall go looking for you

Finding you have evaporated, they shall leave

Abandoning you to rot

Taking their friendship away

The time will come, when he shall come

To take you away

And you shall never again

See the light of day