What are you doing? No, don’t do that!
Don’t play with the cold.
Make sure the doors closed tight.
Make sure the seals hold.
That’s how it’ll get us, that’s how it’ll win.
That wind that you hear, it has evil within.
All of nations, all of our own.
Forced into this captivity because the world let us go.
Now just in thousands the billions we were.
The ice came on quickly the cold grew and grew.
Don’t play with the cold. Don’t invite it in.
This insulated prison is all we’ve got and it’s thin.
We’re blocking the outer rooms with what we can find. We’ll lock the doors soon and retreat to the central hive.
The plan is to freeze us cryogenically!
In fifty years some will be set free.
If they can’t find an end to the cold.
They’ll retreat for a century and check again more.
But, until we’re all frozen but alive in the Dead Sea we can’t let it in or proper dead we will be!
Trying to imagine
And then have to contextualize
If it was to be in fact possible
Being able to or possess the ability
To cryogenically freeze
And so preserve myself
After my actual death
I was medically pronounced dead
Then what exactly ?
What happens then ?
1 day in however many years
Doesn't really matter in the future
I am defrosted and woken up
Into what kind of world and existence
And who is awaiting me
My family , friends
And where do I return to my house , home
What exactly , who , where am I
And to me it is exactly at this very point
Reality fully dawns on me and I realize
The consequence of my action
And I probably wish I was dead
Rather than be alive
As this is not my life
I had and did live
And this unfortunately
Is anything but