One and all, we fear a slow death;
thinking about living in agony;
fear of struggling to get a breath;
and yet, all of it, is pure irony.
Our body begins its downward trail;
the very moment we’re born;
trepidation ensues, as we near death’s veil;
causing much frustration and scorn.
Actually, I’ve already told you a lie;
for none of us have really been born;
for each life we live is merely a retry;
from the heavens, our energy is torn.
Each of us consist of two lives in one;
for energy is cast down to a void;
energies of light created by the Son;
into a holographic world, employed.
Now made illusions of physical being;
yet, overlapped by the life of Thought;
it seems only the physical, others seeing;
but true life was the energy God wrought.
Hair started thinning, flesh began dying;
in the physical illusion display;
no matter how hard people kept trying;
they’re unable to halt the decay.
Eventually, one and all would die;
for the physical was Light’s illusion;
no matter how much we all try;
Light responds to death’s conclusion.
But the only death is the physical illusion;
we are no longer handsome and tall;
Thought’s energy lived on; giving God’s solution;
we weren’t really dying at all.