Ironically,
We try to flee
The dead we seem to fear.

We box them up
And bury them
So they wonโ€™t reappear.

Now science shows
That nothingโ€™s lost,
Not even when we die.

Lifeโ€™s energy,
So human once,
Becomes our air supply.

We breathe our dead
And die in stead;
Thus life goes on forever,

So when they say
We all must pray,
Itโ€™s to our own endeavor.

And so it seems
Our god is we
Whose science mind can peek

Into this complex
Trick of ours,
A system so unique.

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