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The Mortal Gift
Beautiful death,
It has been hated for centuries.
Cursing its fate
Humanity has tried to avoid it,
Excuse it,
Pretend we don't have to do it,
But we must do it.
And for that,
I'm
Grateful,
Glad,
Thankful.
For the dead cannot,
Hear,
See,
Feel.
(All of humanities curses)
In short,
The dead do not have to live
And I envy them that.
It has been hated for centuries.
Cursing its fate
Humanity has tried to avoid it,
Excuse it,
Pretend we don't have to do it,
But we must do it.
And for that,
I'm
Grateful,
Glad,
Thankful.
For the dead cannot,
Hear,
See,
Feel.
(All of humanities curses)
In short,
The dead do not have to live
And I envy them that.
Published 1st Apr 2015
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1st Apr 2015 7:10am
Anonymous
1st Apr 2015 4:15pm
O,to be immortal,much enjoyed your poem!
1st Apr 2015 4:41pm
