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when the sick one laying there looked around for their “loved ones,” all they saw were white coats & when the white coats left them, all they saw were white walls & when they squinted their little eyes closed, to try & talk to “him” (whatever fictional character(s) that they’d devoted a large portion of their life to---typically the latter “i’m dying” years), all they got was silence--- still babbling to themselves in their own head, trying to convey a message to that “force” which they’d been told all the time worshipping, that was supposed to come & console them in their time of greatest need, but alas, nothing came--- alas, no one said a word to them & time passed, as it does, regardless of whether allah, jesus, buddha, moses, muhammad, yahweh, santa claus or the goddamned easter bunny is supposed to show--- so at last, in those final moments, the dying decided that all along they’d been following the herd, they’d been believing a special kind of lie, they had been deceived by people who weren’t even in the room, when the *****hit the fan & there was a deathbed conversion, but it was to disbelief--- but there was no i-told-ya-so believer waiting with a legion of video cameras & recording devices of all shapes & colors, as they do when they come to taint a public nonbeliever’s reputation for all of eternity, when one is at their weakest in a bed alone, breathing their last breaths--- because, no one wants to be proven wrong, especially when they’re doing their damndest, to prove themselves right.

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The Deathbed Conversion

when the sick one laying there looked around for their “loved ones,” all they saw were white coats & when the white coats left them, all they saw were white walls & when they squinted their little eyes closed, to try & talk to “him” (whatever fictional character(s) that they’d devoted a large portion of their life to---typically the latter “i’m dying” years), all they got was silence--- still babbling to themselves in their own head, trying to convey a message to that “force” which they’d been told all the time worshipping, that was supposed to come & console them in their time of greatest need, but alas, nothing came--- alas, no one said a word to them & time passed, as it does, regardless of whether allah, jesus, buddha, moses, muhammad, yahweh, santa claus or the goddamned easter bunny is supposed to show--- so at last, in those final moments, the dying decided that all along they’d been following the herd, they’d been believing a special kind of lie, they had been deceived by people who weren’t even in the room, when the *****hit the fan & there was a deathbed conversion, but it was to disbelief--- but there was no i-told-ya-so believer waiting with a legion of video cameras & recording devices of all shapes & colors, as they do when they come to taint a public nonbeliever’s reputation for all of eternity, when one is at their weakest in a bed alone, breathing their last breaths--- because, no one wants to be proven wrong, especially when they’re doing their damndest, to prove themselves right.