The Dead See

There's a diocese where gods and science can never reach
Hope to ever know where to find, transgress or breach
Every post-life cult has already claimed this place is hallow
Death though is even beyond the paradigm of the witchcraft tarot
Even silence there will be a concept of a thought that cannot be
And nothing will be black or white, in the shades of the Dead see
Do not despair, for this place is very close; 'tis just there, yonder
Sometimes you will feel it's juxtaposed, if you choose to ponder
Every tick of the clock, as is known, is merely mortality's bait
Eternity's not for us forever, 'tis only a notion of an infinity fate