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The Brain in Retrospect and Its Musings Philosophical on Death
Why the trepidation of the end?
Immune to compromise
One particularly desires Death not,
So no great expectation then.
But since so it is that
That my might with Demise unmatched shall ever be
Considering how helpless he renders one
Then here I am ready
But submitting not into his hands
But those of He who conquered him
Eternity vanquishing time
And ecstasy unfathomable
So I submit not to Demise
For I dread him not
He is held bound.
But with Him above as a guide
I walk though blind
In joy to eternal life
Bypassing Demise for endlessness.
Does it mean to sleep?
After all the bumps of life,
Uncertainties and tribulations?
Rest in peace?
How hard you worked for it
So why rest in peace?
That I was going to die?
Lord, I woke up with you in mind today
Id probably whine like this
That you robbed them of a loved one
Distraught they are
And question your fairness
For you are supposed to be good
And this seems not the handiwork
Of He who is the embodiment of good itself
But same thinking process stop to consider:
And you think enough to make a point!
Cogito ergo sum
So who endows you with that life
And the necessary brain you think with?
Would you rather not be to think?
Or be deprived of those who comfort you?
Would you go back to empty house?
Or has rain swallowed up your place of rest?
Be grateful, mortal man
All is not lost
For you have brain to pray
To thank the Creator of all
For the gifts you still have
So let go, honorably
For none can stand up to divine wisdom
And all that exists must cease to be
To be with him for eternity
For life only goes through change
It is not taken away!
Our main worry is this:
Are they in your presence
Where we hope they are?
Should we be fully assured
We would easier rest
How can we believe
And those we deem wicked
But in other instances
Who deprives of life?
None, not even He who made all,
For He made all well,
And deprives none of anything.
As we by will
Deprive ourselves of good,
We look around to lay
The blame on someone else.
Thus deprivation of life.
We deprive ourselves of much.