Apoptosis

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Apoptosis

On the tissue horizon, I see it moving

I pray, and it’s still nothing near soothing

Pray more that it does not come toward me

The sentinel becomes larger and clear

My termination to dust is near

They have come for me, the foreign detector

I willingly offer my somber receptor

Upon contact the process begins

My degradation to pieces within

Activating my suicidal preset

to prevent myself, a living defect

and my polymer arrangement cleaves

my polymer skeleton, muscles and leaves

Useless fragments of unfolded chain

Cascade through my body, my every membrane

I release from my symbiotic engine

An anything but beautiful ending

Cytochrome; to construct the finishing death wish

Apoptosome; the last enzyme synthetics

I’m succumbing completely, to self-governed kinetics

One servant of trillions, I’ll never regret it

As I’m dissolving from my cancerous prophetic

Into my beloved cascade to protect it

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