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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Read all III or you will not see I awoke, my tears were flowing and I could not stop the sobs that were tearing from my soul. Though it was mid-day, it was dark, it was always dark. The sun was shining but darkness of the heart obscured its rays. Mom was dying and while it was not a necessary death, it was going to happen. I was not thinking of myself, although I knew I would not survive her passing. My sickened soul was torn by the futility, the heartlessness and great weight of unconcern. My siblings, great Doctors, Scientists, and Priests among them explained somatically, mathematically, and ethically why it was going to happen, however, it was still unnecessary. I was young, just the blink of an eye, the ink of my birth certificate not yet dry, I could not survive without my mother, nor could they, but truth be known they did not care. Yes, I had not historically great years but even in my short tenure, I could see the decline. The shine of her hair, the gleam in her eyes all this was dulled and I knew the fluid circulating through her system was poisoned. Her breath had the stench of decay and they would not stop her going away. It was cancer I was told, insidious, unchecked, out of control. Yes they knew the diagnosis, but their crime was, they knew the cure and for this cancer it was not harsh. No surgery, chemotherapy, and with reasonable restraint no fear of reoccurrence, a simple one hundred percent cure. (continued below The greatest disease II
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