Death Is Beautiful
Our bodies prepare us for birth and death;
subconsciously the brain is in control.
At birth, we instinctively take a breath,
without being told: we're born to our role.
Our brain releases endorphins at birth,
which ease our passage: dulling birthing pain.
We arrive pre-programmed for planet Earth,
and it's all possible, thanks to the brain.
When dying, our brain controls what we do,
drinking less, eating less, and sleeping more.
Our bodies release endorphins anew:
affirming that our souls are set to soar.
Death is beautiful: if you only knew
of the exultation that awaits you.
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