Afterlife

 

Pious alchemists, implanted nanoprobes, into a dying man's mind

To behold a rapturous ascent, to an Afterlife, intelligently designed

And so they observed his final journey, through death's, open door

Transmitting, via a live stream; on screens, we saw, what they saw

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>>>Memory erased Downloading new data<<<

>>>Memory erased Downloading new data<<<

>>>Memory erased Downloading new data<<<

His fading dreams, died with him, as he went to a nowhere place

And without cognitive function, he was soon lost, without a trace

And the collective breaths, that were held, were exhaled in despair

For nothing was unveiled, as if the Afterlife, had never been there

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>>>Downloaded data to follow = 0<<<

>>>Downloaded data to follow = 0<<<

>>>Downloaded data to follow = 0<<<

We watched and then we listened and we heard, what they heard

But the profound, silence, was deafening, as it was, un-d-isturbed

So maybe they were wrong, or the nanoprobes, chose not to cater

For what was witnessed, on every screen, was, there was no data

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