• What is there after death?
    Heaven? Hell? Rebirth? Nothingness?
    It is man's greatest mystery,
    Or so I'm told.
    But I know the truth.
    I know what happens. I know.
    When the blood runs cold,
    The heart stills, the brain rots,
    I know what happens after death.
    I am The End -- walking, breathing,
    I am among you, even now.
    Seeping in your doors, snuffing the light,
    dimming the hope in eyes
    Death, I see it, exhume it, every day.
    The end, the end, the end...
    Or! So you think.
    I know what happens after death.
    It is for me, and only me, to know.
    You'll know, as I do, soon enough.
    I am The End. And I know.