Sometimes as I lay in my coffin I realize how much more peaceful death is than life, and I find tranquility as I see meadows of flowing flowers and gentle streams babbling over glowing rocks, birds are chirping, deer are grazing rabbits are playing and the fish are jumping, then out of no where like a lighting bolt to the chest, I come back to life to the horrors of disability, poverty, hunger, a world full of greed and hate, and I long for my death and peaceful rest, but I am but here trapped in life where nothing is close to right, people like me go hungry day and night, we live with no help nor hope, we suffer and struggle, as we fight to get through each day, alone in a world that is more of trip to hell than than a life of dignity, purpose and value, for all would rather ignore our needs, but become the first to scream when it comes their turn to bleed, compassion and empathy are but a dream, for reality in hell is cold, dark and lonely.

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