There is no final resting place

There is nothing you can turn to

There is no one you can talk to

There is nowhere that you can hide

There is no office to complain to

There is no place that you can go to

There is no shade from the sun

There is no hope that you can cling to

There are no ideas that will save you

There is no shelter from the storm

There is no fence that can separate you

There is no army that will protect you

There is no new product you can try

There is no cure for you to take

There is no path that leads to safety

There is no reason to be hopeful

There are no books to see you through

There will never be a judgment day

There is neither heaven, not to mention hell

There is no more love when you are gone

There are no more friends after the end

There will be no one there to greet you

There is no place to store your memories

There is no such as heavenly afterlife

There will be nothing else to see

There are no warm, bright lights of home

There is no one waiting somewhere to see you

There is no path to a goal that does not exist

There is no final victory despite any struggle

There is nothing you can fight against

There is no more need for gentle humor

There is no sanctuary that can protect you

There is nothing finished when you are done

There is nothing that you really have to do

There is no personal effect that can long be measured

There is no hope for the future of any species

There is no possibility of our moral surrender

There is no reason that you should worry

There is only this, the briefest shadow cast

There are no rewards for being righteous

There is no punishment that awaits all the evil

There is a void without description

There is endless time that passes by without you

There is dust of unknown content scattered thru the cosmos

There is this light we see that shone so long ago

There is one spark among a trillion in a vast explosion

There is that last moment before a river joins the sea

There is no journey that you must take

There is no need to be prepared

There is no happily ever after

There is not even time that can be lost

There is no reason to be civil

There is no justification for any cruelty

There is no point to being angry

There is no happiness that can last

There is no role that you were born to play

There is no such time as “in the end”

There is no shining city on a hill

There is no cause for which men should die

There is no point to our destruction

There is no mandate from the heavens

There is no emotion with external meaning

There is no being guiding nature

There is no companion who will always be there

There is only one escape from that loneliness

There is no reason to respect others

There is no justification for lawless acts

There is no way to escape the cycle

There is no family where you are headed

There are no grounds for religious beliefs

There is neither a sad nor happy ending

There is no joy at your destruction

There is only life that knows not why

There is no gate that you must open

There is no bridge where you can safely cross

There is no pasture where you can safely graze

There is but darkness willing to accept you

There is no sign that you can search for

There is an unfolding, revealing nothing

There is no prayer that can be heard

There is true emptiness that cannot answer

There is no voice that could speak with you

There is silence which will enfold you

There is no loyalty that will earn your freedom

There is absolute equality in the void

There is no sin left when we are gone

There is always time to do what is right

There is no ecosystem to support our eternal souls

There is room among grains of cosmic dust

There is no tale that will be told forever

There is no excuse for wasting time

There is no garden filled with virgins

There is no reason to kill for god

There is no painting when we are not looking

There is no writing as you drop the book

There is no goal that you must strive for

There is no importance in the vast, yet empty

There is no rewarding afterlife for the weak or the poor

There is great equality of matter, in the spatial darkness

There is no final summing up

There is no one pointing you the way

There is this unknown from which you sprang

There is still its yawning chasm

There is no secret source of untapped strength

There is only cosmic wonder which spins the head

There is no loss that can effect you

There is no profit that can help you

There is no more barefoot boy who wanders

There is a spirit that fades, long before forever

There is this nothing you cannot imagine

There is only this interval to be considered

There is no leader you can follow

There is nowhere to take your wisdom

There are feelings that deceive us

There is short comfort in our faith

There are no reasons for those who suffer

There is no meaning outside our cultures

There is no need for us to be here

There is nothing left of each word I read

There is no tool that you can order

There is no offer to take advantage of

There is influence you can leave behind on others

There is no avoiding a slide into oblivion

There is a music made by the wind

There are no hands that play the instrument

There appears to be reason in the web of life

There is no guidance behind the scenes

There is harmony in our discoveries of the cosmos

There is no reason to a seek deeper meaning

There is an ancient rhythm to the earthly cycles

There is time uncountable after this earth has gone

There is no final resting place

There is only the scattering of a pitiless entropy

There is no god who somewhere awaits

There is no reward for the strength of our faith

There is no point to your grandchildren

There is an end to your line, not long from now

There is a reason we must hold to moral values

There is nothing they can be judged against

There is now a purpose to having clean air

There will be none when our sun is no more

There is a reason for the packs lonely howling

There is no action that takes us any farther

There is a difference between drops of rain

There is a way to identify grains of sand

There is a tiny planet temporarily holding fragile life forms

There is no way our imagination can fill the endless void