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He is the Last of His Generation
revered by one and all.
There are daily videos broadcast
on The Ministry VideoWall,
live from the hospital
of him laid there in his bed
amid all the paraphernalia
that stops him being dead.
There is no flicker of movement,
no movement of any kind
just his physical presence but
no evidence of his mind.
He is the last of his generation,
revered, and that's the reason why
they won't give him the dignity]
of allowing him to quietly die.
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