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Euthansia: To The stable hands That Pen stable law
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Euthansia: To The stable hands That Pen stable law |
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maximillian Junior Member
since 2003-09-13
Posts 23 |
My friend has waved goodbye, I'm happliy going to die, When I awake in the white room with a smile, I seal my friends fate in destructive denial, Life is never easy, My friend will do anything to please me, They'd feed me seeds to make me bleed, Enough time to let me tell them, They've been better than life and anything but seldom, I see dusty white and doves in pain, what do I tell them? A life that still continues, Although we've explored all venues, Not life, but torture, No one would have thought so, Step into my shoes, they're size 3 and a quarter, They're crippled Unable to walk, "no standing proud today", For the heaven's sake allow me to get away, My friend wants to be a friend, But by law penned in stable hands, here I stay. I've been no where, but have gone everywhere, Accepted by coffee stained instituions nationwide, With dreams of a better life. Life is not ecstatic, Life is not normal, Life does not taste bitter, For Life I cannot taste. I have Just dreams, And a Friend, So thank you stable society, I suffer, they suffer, we both, Suffer, Dreaming of nice things, For however long, Eternity is prolonged. Still, I'm here, Should I be? It's not my choice anyway. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
A most difficult read to ponder, and yet? life is never static, often is not ecstatic either. I have always believed it's a solo decision between the individual and his/her personal hereafter guide. But of course, I've also always encouraged sticking around for a natural finale. |
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