As he cured the sick
And raised the dead from their graves
He was a king without a crown
Whose purpose
Became his goal
Man of wisdom
King of us all
Who had a plan
He taught us a lesson
With his unfair demise
Up on the hill
In a metal tank
At the hands of his friends
Whom he had come to save
>From going back to the earth
As nature intended
Three days afterwards
He arose again
>From his cold container
In glorious triumph
This son of a carpenter
came back from death
As a feat of science
In a cryonics way
Happy Cryonics Easter