no crule God/equinox

At the edge of forever, a bottomless chasm
yawns;lost are those who,ve fallen into this rift in time, the canyon of torn reality,
forever stamped out and absent.
not even death dare dwell in this place of silent solitude, deviod of anything tangible, and nothing ever escapes back into that blessed light of day.
Pondering this paradox bogles my mind and numbs my senses
for this exist yet is an impossibility.
Never had I known that there were holes in the world like what lies before me, such utter emptiness; not death but anti-life
free of the ties that bind.
Giddy I smile,there's no cruel God, no sneak theif devil in this endless black, I fear not as I brood, perched on the edge of this dreadful deep.