After the Everafter there’s a loss of soul.
A loss of warmth I had somewhere.
Now an emptiness not felt before.
What I can see is all there is, no more.
After the Everafter.

So what’s to do, and what’s to be?
Can love and awe and truth still be?
Is beauty still there for us to see?
Now I’m the only judge of these.
After the Everafter.

In fog of fear of anomie I sink,
but left with no choice, I start to think.
And then I see my mind is free,
and what happiness is, is up to me.
After the Everafter.

Now the world is mine, not His,
to love or use or end or not
to help or hurt, to care, or not.
The world is mine
After the Everafter.