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About This Poem
LIVING WITHOUT THE HORRIBLE THOUGHT OF DYING
Ah! Being separated from life was always a demise,
not letting me enjoy another surprise!
Now, this attitude has totally changed,
and all thoughts have been revised and rearranged.
Living without the horrible thought of dying
has finally shown me the logical part of living:
that the right way to live is giving freely, not thinking with a programmed brain
that progress has created since it invented the word, " Profit " to drive us insane.
Ah! I kicked the Moirai in their weakest spot,
making them flee through the dark labyrinth's corridors
where many get stuck and can't get out!
Eh, fate who are you to decide who opens and closes doors?
Oh, isn't it a big relief not to face death in its horrendous state at an early age,
but continue living with the hope than no disease will haunt this healthy body?
When all the thinking has been done, frightening death will hold no power over me,
and slipping into the peaceful night...is like going to sleep, turning the final page.
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