DNR

If life seeks to abandon me

Promise to cut the cord early,

I would not want torture

Or fickle hopeless hope,

honeyed lies of healing to come

Or how I was never really sick,

Just hold on it will get better

With miracles and resurrection;

Set me adrift to oblivion,

The alternative is unbearable.

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