When the end came, it didn't happen with a bang, or with a whimper.
It didn't come from the Higgs boson or the atom bomb.
When the end came, we didn't recognize it for what it was. We did not recognize ourselves; we had stopped looking.
In the end, we all just lived lives of quiet desperation, day after day, in the silent darkness of faithlessness.
In the end, we faded away quietly, without understanding, without note.
We didn't realize we should have prayed for a swift end instead.
When the end came, it came in an unexpected way.