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An Eternity
Then, suddenly, he died, Though not exactly just like that, that fast, Since the dissolution process seemed to last an eternity, But not the one his church had prepared him, Prior to the exodus of his soul, to receive.
His family, fellow workers, friends were in shock, Over what had seemed his rapid passing. One day, they saw him as the epitome of health; The next, caught totally off guard, They found themselves mourning, burying him.
How could such a stark change have occurred, And with no known cause, none of the usual suspects — Heart attack, aneurysm, stroke, car crash? What escaped everyone, other than the deceased himself, Was his power of negative thinking,
Which he'd been invoking, in his deepest cognition, For the previous three decades, at least, Practicing pessimistic persuasion, on his unreceptive psyche, Doing everything short of committing suicide, So as not to void the life-insurance policy he'd leave his wife.
But during that eternity, to his mortification, nothing worked. He was forced to pray for a fatal disease to strike Or a truck or subway train to run him asunder. Then, last week, a revelation led him to the true light: Quietus was as near as his next breath.
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