The Last Believer

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The last believer lay awake in bed
with heartbeat echoed by a sleek machine.
He tried to hold Her image in his head,
but medicated fog crept up between.

He knew his time approached on slippered feet;
his DNR all carefully in place.
No rebirth here; this death would be complete
without his Goddess there to lend her grace.

Awake he’d try to call his Lady’s name;
for maybe someone knew the Lady’s ways.
But to his knowledge, no one ever came.
As slowly passing hours turned to days.

A tech with Wikipedia knows Who;
instead of one believer, there are two.

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