The End - pj

It's a void none has ever fathomed

It's a crave for those swallowed in ail, 

It's a threat some fear not to face, 

Yet fatal for all to behold and be held. 

None has e'er been spared from its hold

Lay bare the doors, inside none to seek, 

Those of love to weep

The prayers of whom raise them to the unexplored

Men have sought for ages since 

But never has it lost to the harns

Its designe is by the one above harns

Whom men say they know and kill brothren

On this fallacious claim. 

All is much beyond our grasp

Still we need to learn to be human of shortness