Shrouded in darkness' might, veiled in shadows,
I herald a truth that births endless sorrows.
God lies deceased, whispers through the night,
shattering my faith's bedrock with a fearful blight.
Once celestial hands carved clouds above,
now weary, burdened by sorrow's glove.
Earth convulses with anguish, drowning in despair,
while people stumble through the vacant air.
The voices of believers fade, slowly wane,
their prayers adrift, lost in astral terrain.
Certainty once overflowing my heart's well,
now devoured by doubt, loneliness' spell.
Where dwells the mercy that once redeemed our souls?
Where lingers the love that made us whole?
The answer hides within the universe's plea,
within a boundless void, waiting...