No more.
Life offered me its bounties
I accepted, grateful,
Disease crept in,
Stole it all away.
No more.
Riches in abundance, I had,
Health, Happiness,Love.
Destroyed and gone,
Lost in my mind.
No more.
Disease brings suffering.
It’s creeping through me.
Can’t ask for relief.
Death will bring solace and there will be no more
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