There are no streams of consciousness
Beyond the wide white pearly gates
No spectral glints of ghostliness
Where nothing but the blue moon waits
There are no thoughts or memories
Beyond the broad black deathly door
No gushing thoughts of gratitude
Where goose eggs hatch forevermore
There are no thrones of sanctity
Beyond the truth sound science knows
No starstruck gasps of righteousness
Where nothing but illusion goes
