Death comes as a relief
To the ailed in pain
The sinners inborn
With failing hearts
Deforms and scars
We praise death
For its early rise
Death comes as a relief
To the ailed in pain
The sinners aging
Yet fighting a battle
By default.... Unwilling
Awaiting death
To summon them
We praise death for easing these suffering...
But, this everyday mayhem
Growing up and growing old
Living and dying
Fighting this battle of
Rising from the dust and dirt
Isn't it suffering, after all?
#suffering #life #death #living #congenitaldisorders #euthanasia
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