is having eternal life really a gift?
would we have an infinite of wars?
would it hurt to cry and starve?
would we be able to feel pain?
really love that special someone for ever?
go crazy?
be able to get ill?
have hatred towards others?
have world peace?
not need to eat?
use up all the water?
reproduce anymore?
would we be over populated?
be able to breath under water?
be able not to breath at all?
could our hearts live that long?
learn new things?
extinct many animals?
discover more?
have more laws?
less laws?
no entertainment?
have money?
age?
have jobs?
find other planets like us?
a cure to end eternal life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem