I randomly wrote this poem when I was annoyed at someone for constantly lying to me, what does anyone think? (I've never really written poetry or anything like this before)

When cometh the rapture, learneth thee
Your soul be sent to the worst of three.
Your undoing be num’rous lies
Inn’cent to you, but your demise.
If gain to you, then no complaint
Blind to your eyes, your soul did taint.

Bless’d be those, who seek with thine eyes
The shroud of purg’try, where rest lies.
Though few be those who can amend
Penance, insight and break the trend.
Their actions be simple to depart
Matter none, as change lies in th’heart.