Grieving Heart, Death and Legends

Grieving Hearts, Death And Legends” Lying unconscious, Lifeless and Breathless; Still kept on a life support, Helplessly. With Pain and Agony from an End, And Fund raising on the other end. My conscience doesn't Portray a life support; Mayhaps, Fund Support sounds Enticingly painful. All Hell break lose on the Grieve and Trauma of Man; When they make decisions, so decisive and Egoistic. So, I'd rather live on the edge of Tardiness; And lay quietly to die in Peace, Than trust a Human made from Man. Man created with Hate, Destructive thoughts, Agony; With a little spice of Self-centeredness and Greed. Created in their finest Selfish and decisive art; An art willed to Us from the Enticement of an Apple bite. I wish I had lived in the time of Hercules, Son of Zeus and the Mortal Arcmene; Slayer of the Nine Headed Nemean Lion; Capturer of the Golden Hind of Artemis; And die an Immortal, Remembered in History, Than cradle in my steel made, high heeled Bedding.