“Make me Suffer with Things I'd Rather”

Oh, chop me in thirds, rather than rid me of my triumphs,

With the sharpest and evilist weapon you own;

Or push me off Mount Everest; make me swallow sulfuric acid

   That melts my insides; force me to set an orphanage ablaze;

5) To die from an experiment; settle me in the cemetery as my new home;

Or smash the skulls of newborn children like porcelain glass;

Impale me to the nth number in which I bleed oceans;

Or bid gone to the perceptual vastness of space;

And implode within the minute in which I lack oxygen;

10) Things that, to hear them told, have made me wince,

And I will do it with fearful bravery and forced liberty for all are created equal,

To never have to experience the robbery of my hard work.