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Slow Death

To die a slow death is the
worst curse of all
A quick and painless death
is the boon to all

Very few are blessed with
such a blissful exit
Those that are must surely
be God's favorite

For who else really controls
the birth and death
And we, His children, pray to
Him till our last breath


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