Neutronic Streaking

If I drop dead tomorrow, I'm hereby laying claim

to releasing of regret, to the dropping of all blame

I'm swearing now 'pon oath, of a newly deceased man

I'm glad of every outcome and happy as the clam

I'm making personal amends, trying with my might

to settle over goodness, be what's justifiably right

I'm going to my makers, for me atoms creating all

protons electrons grateful, solar flaring's ten foot tall!