I made up the word resuscitant
Life after life (with death in between) Cannot compare to the Heavenly scene As the singer sings of something personally It can have the appeal to us all universally In the skies it’s many Fourth of July’s For us eye candy, and we wait for our surprise There are galleries of all the memories hanging in sight There are lands to discover by fourth dimensional flight There are things unseen, unheard of and unread As we will get to know God for eternity’s breadth Many colors, many smells, many sights, who can tell The love of a family reunion, and many more loves as well There’s life after this life lived on earth There is life after life and birth after birth So it is easy and plain to see, and it shows We all go on to eternity (where you spend it God only knows) (So to the recusants that think this is it (ain’t no more) Prove it non-resuscitants (if that’s all you have) I implore) P.S. So have a second sundae to your delight Because in Heaven there is no cellulite
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