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Death approaches. I am dying.

Phlegm is simmering in my throat.

Purifying

So calm, as if I am sleeping.

The clay is yawning.

Ah! The pain upon my breath.

But no ones mourning.

For I am all I ever was.

Whose name was writ in water.

I have cancer

I have Cancer but at least I will die in a whores bed.

But the worst cancer of all is the fucking human race