this is the way the world ends

There will come a time,

When breath is stopped,

A final time at last,

Unescaped from,

Unloosed

From the past, when

No beating heart,

Nor cupping hand,

No squeak of sole

Upon dry sand,

No mother, father,

Sibling, friend,

No gentle foot

Or clutching hand

Or muted voice

Before the door.

No note to send,

Nor errand run,

No dog to walk.

Nor bracing swim,

No warming sun.

And no, no warning,

None at all,

When, in darkness dumb,

In the very pitch,

The thief will come.

First Thess. 5:2