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The Last Word

We live in a society where one word could very well be our last. 

Where it could be the death of us. 

The last foot in the grave, where the casket covers over us. 

My last word is not your last word, is not her last word, is not his.

The last word could be evil or generous.

Beautiful or ugly.

Broken or complete.

That's the ingenuity of this world of words. 

You never know what will come from our mouths. 

And what never will. 

So I pray for them and that my last word be one of immaculate inspiration.

That their dreams become reality if they really long for them.

That their aspirations are met if they are things the world can't live without.

I pray for their trembling hands and shut-up mouths.

I pray every time I hear someone tell them they can't. Won't. Aren't. 

I pray they aren't collateral or the makers of the terrible.

I don't know my death word....do you?

Could this be it?

Could this be the last word?

We may both want it, but only one of us can have it. 

Who will it be? You or me?