While I was scrolling, shocked and bored, I came upon the news of your departure
From this ailing place, from which you chose 'deactivate'
Then out my door and down the street, deflated bodies, empty meat
A running dog on trailing leash was free to roam, but not released

From gravity and malady, and sheer corporeality
Anatomy in disrepair, catastrophe in open air
They're telling me: Ascend the stair, eternity in betaware
While you're awaiting your result, allow me to present an ultimatum
Either save this place, or opt out and deactivate

Before your body's obsolete, abandon ship, reserve your seat
But if you transfer incomplete, do not refresh, do not delete

Your treasury of memory, your tendency for reverie
Diffuse your being everywhere, a remedy beyond compare
Be not afraid, do not be scared to swiftly cross that thoroughfare
Oh, take my hand, I'll take you there, eternity in betaware