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I can't seem to stop thinking
You hold all the power
You drag everyone you touch
Through their darkest hour
No one escapes
When you come for their life
You rip and you slash
With the surgeons knife
We drug you, we burn you,
We cut you away
You always come back
At the end of the day
You creep up upon us
Crawl slowly inside
We scan and we image
But you always hide
I don't want to let you take Mom
I know she's real sick
You already took Dad
Too savage, too quick
We will have to stand strong
And wait for an answer
You can't have them both
I hate you cancer
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He was lying, motionless on the bed,
Tubes extending from his nose and head.
And even in sleep, he was troubled by the pain.
~Cancer's Final Word~
The dark is closing in,
Fires are burning in my head.
I am trying to hang on,
I am already dead.
The radiation
What is this dreadful monster?
That eats away inside?
The bare face of it;s cruelty,
Too proud to run and hide.
It's passion
Cancer,
Enemy of enemies,
Raging and torturing the human flesh,
Condemning some to death,
Creating a battle, so many have
by Anita Smith
I can't seem to stop thinking
You hold all the power
You drag everyone you touch
Through their darkest hour
No one
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