by A.L.Smith

Created on: June 13, 2009

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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