The Point of An Ending

It's over now, you can sit down
And wish it be the same
But never shall we ever claim
We basically have waned

We do not say we wish it back
What's done is not what is
You can call for all of your gods
While I sit here in bliss

I shall be rabid like the one
Who never is absurd
I shall be more than just complete
I own this fucking world

The day has come and it's all mute
No desire has been met
And yet some life's beyond repeat
And I've paid death my debt