Synaptic Reanimation - Inherit Disease

Death is no more

Birth is no more

The minds that have made it this far

Will prevail for eternity

There is no flesh

There is no pain

Only knowledge

Every fiber of the human brain

Recreated digitally with ease

The ability to resurrect the dead

Is now a reality

Though jarring to the long dead

The immortals find it fascinating

Great minds of the past return

Along with the most diabolical

And minds in between

All expired synapses are re-enacted

In the digital realm there is room

For all consciousness

To be studied, then updated and

Integrated into the hive

It is there where the memories of

Humanity will be stored

A fraction of a second in the

Ever-growing consciousness