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I await a slip of paper Foretelling of my death I await a slip of paper, For I've not received it yet. I've staved my curiosity, Like a tiger in a cage However, eventually Tigers want to eat, To hunt, To be satiated And so does my curiosity. Though morbid, Though vague, I wish to know my end By fire, By age, By disease or by vehicle? Vague enough to open questions, Concrete enough to give me something I want to know How I'll die. The reaper with his crystal ball Stares With no eyes From the faded machine A hand reaching from the coin Slot Reaching to shake mine "Congratulations, you've paid the piper, child." The reaper says, But only in my day dreams I want to know my death, Wow, this takes forever, I've paid the toll, I've done what's necessary! Why is there no paper in my hand! Wait, I hear printing! My heart, is sprinting in my chest! Oh dear heaven above! I get to know my death, God! You can't hide it from me forever! The slip of paper finishes through the machine Printed, it spits out at me. I take it, gingerly, excited all the while To know my death, oh death machine, Will make me smile. I stare at it, giving great diligence To find that I'll die by... Patience
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Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 10:36 AM UTC
Death Machine
I await a slip of paper Foretelling of my death I await a slip of paper, For I've not received it yet. I've staved my curiosity, Like a tiger in a cage However, eventually Tigers want to eat, To hunt, To be satiated And so does my curiosity. Though morbid, Though vague, I wish to know my end By fire, By age, By disease or by vehicle? Vague enough to open questions, Concrete enough to give me something I want to know How I'll die. The reaper with his crystal ball Stares With no eyes From the faded machine A hand reaching from the coin Slot Reaching to shake mine "Congratulations, you've paid the piper, child." The reaper says, But only in my day dreams I want to know my death, Wow, this takes forever, I've paid the toll, I've done what's necessary! Why is there no paper in my hand! Wait, I hear printing! My heart, is sprinting in my chest! Oh dear heaven above! I get to know my death, God! You can't hide it from me forever! The slip of paper finishes through the machine Printed, it spits out at me. I take it, gingerly, excited all the while To know my death, oh death machine, Will make me smile. I stare at it, giving great diligence To find that I'll die by... Patience
I'm not sure I'm doing it justice, but I'm reading about the Machine of Death; a web-popularized idea by the maker of Dinosaur comic. There's a PDF file that you may receive for free, found here: https://dl.dropbox.com/u/4648190/MachineofDeath_FINAL.pdf
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Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 10:36 AM UTC
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