End of Days

What happiness is there in living? What sadness is there in dying? Happiness and sadness are ashes in the wind. Death came along with birth; neither were growing young. The hope of living, is the fear of leaving. Man's iniquity courts his own end. His life was lamentable, his death painful. Only with brightness can good exterminate evil. Joy and sorrow eventually become dust. Heavens envy the righteous. Plucking them before they fully ripen taking them away from the lurking birds So they feast not on them, lest they rotten What's there on the otherside? Who has been to the otherside? What happens over there? He who knows not, speaks not. only tales for children's nightmares Heaven's sin goes unpunished. While it unleashes its wrath Pitying not the people of this world. Whose hardship knows no bounds Who will punish the Heavens?........