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Life At Its Worst

Vultures circle the carcass
waiting for the last remanents
of life to recede
from the tortured body.

Waiting to shred what dignity
that remains of a life wasted, a
life un-wanted, a life un-loved, a
life un-needed, a life given only pain
to hold on to

The end is near, no more wasted life,
no more un-wanted life, no more
un-loved life, no more un-needed life,
no more pain to hold on to.

As vultures circle the carcass
waiting for the last remanents of life
to recede from the
tortured body.

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