In The End There Was Nothing-Brandon Fugate
In the end we shall all fade into dust, we shall rust under a god we trust, we shall all fall, fall into the abyss, we shall fade until not a remainent of us exists, till everything that once was is lost, till every remainment of culture is gone, till all the flowers fade, till the world slides into its winter decay, desolate and empty, not a sign of life, cold and lonely, no love to be found.
