Why do you worried that life will come to an end?
Such righteous scores you’ve tallied,
trying your best to win.
God is but a plunk in our quantum field.
Before we’re born we seal the deal.
You might not recall
but some of us can.
We’re born and we die and we always live again.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
Why do you worried that life will come to an end?
Such righteous scores you’ve tallied,
trying your best to win.
God is but a plunk in our quantum field.
Before we’re born we seal the deal.
You might not recall
but some of us can.
We’re born and we die and we always live again.
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