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God loves us all equally, or so I've been told. However, expierence has created a monster within me who must question that statement. If that is so....then why do some suffer more then others? Is it simply fate, or rank? Is it breeding, status, race, or simple geography, that renders pain and suffering upon so many? If I am to believe that I am equal to all others, then how will I ever reconcile the pain which I have suffered? How will I ever believe that I am loved?

The last few moments are the hardest,

when they're slipping from your grasp.

As your blood flows from your body,

it feels so warm, and tastes of brass.

There's an echo in the distance,

through the ringing in your head,

as the demon voice soft whispers,

"I'm better off if you are dead".

Your spirit wants to fight the war,

though your body's ripped and torn,

And every fiber of your being screams with desperate, silent woe.

The pain seems condescending,

as it sears throughout your shell,

For the fear of death is stronger,

once you've come face to face with hell.

Then a second, then a moment,

ticks with urgent anxious jest,

As your eyes do slowly open,

to find once more, you've cheated death.