The mechanism that is life itself,
Unending in its progress;
It makes me wonder, however,
If its cycle could be ceased?

But life is no ordinary being,
Its controls are far too complex
For any simple man to comprehend
Lest he be branded mad;

Very few can break its bonds
Or even seize its securities;
But there are ways to do so

Watch as one by one
The fuel that life runs on slowly runs out;
And this method is so simple
That even the most incompetent can participate

Simply cut off its supply
And the process will cease;
Life cannot and will not restart,
For once there is no fuel,
Not even artificial life will budge from death's constraints