At the End

When the tides are gone
When the trees are dead
The cities run with dirt
And all the blood is bled

When nothing ever lives
And all the oceans freeze
When everything is dust
Disturbed by not a breeze

And when God breathes his last
And whispers his final words
To a dying universe
Where they won't be heard

What does he say?
What would it mean?
What would it be
Were it you or me?