You're done your share of suffering.
A lamb set afire to fulfill ancient rituals.

    You're cursed with a drawn out death sentence.
        Cancer is your grim reaper. Death with irony.
        The cure is worse than the disease. Poisons in
        your blood hoping to bring this monster down.

        You won the first battle. The war rages on.
        We celebrated and toasted that it regressed.
        It lived to fight again. It invaded new areas.
        Radiation to the brain tried to **** the *****!

        The enemy was routed but not vanquished. It
        came back with a vengeance, determined to
        outlive its host and **** and pillage as the
        victors always do. We hope you'll be pain free.

        I pray for you to die in the rain as it's death's
        Absolution. Forgiven. Reborn into another womb.  
        New lifetime to fill the pages of your life with
        whatever comes your way. We will never forget you.