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No Turning Back
The spiritual runaway is physically deserting
A mere chat with Death has turned to flirting
Bargaining for relief, I eagerly persauded
Explaining the only feeling I longed for is to be sedated
Contemplating such an interesting incursion
A final act with an irreversible immersion
Clouding my judgement and blurring my vision
Purposely leading me to make a brash decision
Every wrongdoing, every time I had faulted
Was not destroyed but entirely molted
Any part once selfless and humble, turned corrupted and conceited
What I thought had been damaged and receded, was actually permanently deleted
