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.
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