How cruel
What callous vindictiveness
So unutterably spiteful
Perpetrated by the Supreme Being?
Part of some master plan
Or predestined by the fates
The roll of a dice
It’s unimportant who
Or why
It’s just a waste
Such a waste
Trapping an incisive mind
So razor sharp
Of such brilliance
Trapping it mercilessly
In a slowly decaying shell
Irrevocably diseased
The body wasting
Unable to walk
Even to talk
Unable to eat unaided
Or use the toilet
Lost control
And lost dignity
All the time the mind astute
Until finally only the mind remains
Then as on an old TV screen
Everything fades to a white dot
Then nothing

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