Upon the realisation of existence
Long were gone the days of emptiness and cruel void. Envy bore its ugly head into the fabric of curiosity, life sparked into the darkness, and the booming litany of suffering life filled the universe.
We are nowhere near of that moment now. We are far from that existence. We are at the end of infinite divinity. Mortal.
And nothing awaits, the void will never forget being robbed of its magnificence and majesty. It is arrogantly waiting until our time comes, and nothing remains, only the emptiness.
And we cajole, beg, threaten, yell, and cry. We wish nothing but to remain, for we fear the unknown of not drawing breath anymore. We are driven by primal urge to cling onto the suffering and pain of miserable existence.
But the void does not care. It only waits. And we are running out of time.