Diagnosis

The doctor has examined the patient 
And the diagnosis is clear 
Terminal!
For the patient 
A horrible death I fear 

I am not one for the continued suffering of the patient 
The condition will only get worse 
Day by day and year-by-year 
And will increase as the end comes near 

This disease unfortunately 
Has no cure 
It not a virus or a germ 
But something old and pure 

Its existence has been known 
And continues to endure 
Attempts at a solution 
Have been met with confusion

We have tried for a long time 
To relieve the patient’s pain 
Only to have our efforts 
Die in vain 

The patient you see won’t survive 
But the evil that inflicts him 
Will continue to thrive 

Our solution both radical and insane 
Will offer comfort and remove the pain 

Kill the patient and all the cells 
And the evil will no longer 
Have a home to dwell 

The world can no longer sustain the infection 
It can no longer support the evil deeds of man 
It will soon be time for the patient to be cured 
Through the Resurrection 

Eric (and sometimes not)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Nolan Avatar
November 29, 2009 at 6:00 PM
Thanks again, glad you liked.
Culverhouse Avatar
November 29, 2009 at 5:27 PM
enjoyed reading today, holy words!!
Nolan Avatar
November 29, 2009 at 10:06 AM
Thank you Donna I am very happy you understand. It means alot to me.
Golden Avatar
November 29, 2009 at 9:59 AM
Resurrection: the ultimate cure. Truth in these words, Eric. Soup Mail. Donna
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