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When a man says,

“I wish to live eternally,”

I shake my head

And walk away.

But what would you

Possibly do

If you had lived

Through all the coming days?

It all started

When man tried

To find a cure

For death.

Little did they know,

Laden with curiosity,

That if “cured”,

They would have wept.

I wanted to live for centuries,

I wanted to love for ages,

I wanted to have the joy of experiencing

All man’s best stages!

But now I am done;

I have lived 

For years aplenty,

And lived them well.

However, I was 

Ignorant of the fact

That my whimsically gay ways

Of debauchery and drinking

Would send me straight to hell.

So I asked for more years,

Fighting my tears,

To which the devil replied;

“This life is yours.”

So my soul was given form

And I was then reborn,

But a vicious cycle

Would soon be taking its course.

It seemed that an eternal life

Was a cursed one;

I had outlived all my lovers!

I had seen the passing 

Of many a friend!

My brother, on the verge of invincibility,

Had become mad with power!

All of this agony

Was completely unnecessary,

And it made me wish 

To be dead again!

But alas, I am immortal.

I cannot die.

When I think of how 

The very being that plagued me 

Was myself,

I begin to cry.

And then I start to believe

That this incurable “death” thing

Is really…

Mankind’s greatest gift

In disguise.

When a man speaks the words,

“I wish for immortality,”

Turn on your heel

And quickly walk away,

Because there is 

Nay a thing that you

Could possibly even 

Comprehend to do

If hexed with immortality;

Never once dying,

Not for the rest of your days...