Primum non nocere - 2011/06/03

I found solace in the eyes
Staring through the mirror
Bloodshot pupils screaming
Of truth that crept nearer
It reversed leaving a face
Marked with peace and calm
He spoke in his soft voice
As he grasped my dead palm

For by his mercy I am gone
He freed me of that prison
By valuing simple morality
Over a hypocrites decision
Who only prolong deep pain
Never fulfilling that oath
As they lack the fortitude
To serve the needs of both

Today my liberator expired
A mad world does not mourn
Instead they overtly teach
Empathy is worthy of scorn
If life is our divine gift
How can you usurp my claim
When truly emancipating me
Was just merciful and sane

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