Cryonic Preservation

Frozen head to toe,

To the life to come I go.

Choosing now to wait.

To enter heaven's gate.

That with the passing years,

All those human mortal fears,

Will fade into the mists of time,

As I dream of warmer climes.

Some do say the hell is hot,

And some say that its not,

But if the holy truth were told

It beats the freezing cold.






The End

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