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Terminally Dead

The patients slowly slipping away
The doctors on the floor
A shadow in the corner
Pulls the trigger again once more

The killer falls flat to the ground
With a final smile
Finished what he had to do
Accepted his denial

It’s in the news later that day
The murderer revealed
The reason why he shot that gun
A disease that could not be healed
Poem by Spoon