There is no future, friend.
No other life to spend.
Clear out your mind, unbend.
Death really is the end.
There is no future, friend.
So why you still pretend
that broken things you can mend
and that death is not the end?
There is no future, friend.
No peaks and mountains to ascend.
Against the stream though you may wend,
your path quite soon will find its end.
There is no future, friend.
No truth or honor to defend.
To live forever you may intend,
but when death calls, it is the end.
There is no future, friend.
On no god you can depend.
This life you cannot transcend.
Death really is the end.
There is no future, friend.
No other life to spend.
Clear out your mind, unbend.
Death really is the end.
*Painting “Graveyard under Snow” by Caspar David Friedrich, 1826.
Homo est Machina 
An interesting position, in the end
Today is the first day in winter, that snow white presents the pure in heart, still have we got nice future.
I think this is both right and wrong at the same time. We cannot be sure that we do not relive our personal lives over and over in different dimensions of the infinity that encompasses the universe. On the other hand, as we age in our personal lives, the past is lost to us and we cannot relive it in the present.
Since our personal lives are composed primarily of experience that has been chemically encoded and recorded. It is actual only currently. Experience does not repeat itself exactly within lifetimes, death does indeed end the experience we call the summation of out persona, just as dreams come to an end. In essence, all is electro-magnetic fields interacting with one another, but that is not as poetic as one would like.
Oh wha happen??? Your “God” quit?
You’re evil and I never want to be you. Envy? No I was throwing up from your evil.