VICTIM
Life is nothing more than
Suffering pleasure, our lives but
a single thread woven in time.
Death is nothing more than
Inevitable, the only fate
One is guaranteed.
Both inescapable,
Neither cruel. But the one
Perceived as such is
Misunderstood. It reaps
Without bias, it gives
Mercy to those suffering
Living; Is nothing more than
Scissors snipping a thread of a
Life lived too long. Death is salvation
Hidden by fear, the fear of living.
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