End Of Days Poem by Kim Aouad

I found myself thinking,
what would we be when all we know ends?
When we all stop breathing,
what would be our amends?

If it depends on our ways of life,
why do we still live on hate?
Why do we not strive
for things better than the great?

What are we but blind men
who, with widely opened eyes,
seek answers beyond the Master Plan,
and to the rules abide?

I have decided to surrender to the will of the Great
and live a life empty of doubt.
"What will be, will be; " this is our fate.
I aim that in the face of challenges I do not black out,
and He be with me till the end of my days.