Nothing
Nothing to view, to see, touch or taste
Over the vast void of darkness, all blank
To grasp in futility, a cold blank space
How mysterious the universe, from nothing began
It was written thus, as God had planned
Not a soul was made, in eternity past
Gone in death, not here, but in heaven at last.
Written 9/15/2015
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