The unthinkable has happened, that has nearly stopped me from thinking.
My mum has thought, too.
Her thinking nearly, has nearly, stopped her from thinking.
Those thoughts that were nearly ended.
Those thoughts that I know nothing of.
That thinking that was nearly stopped.
Those thoughts, ponders, wonders, queries, ideas, and conjectures that could've been severed last night.
Those many things that could have, and would have, been; but weren't.
By the grace that has stopped me.
My name was never "MERCY", but "RAGE".
My dear conflicting, and yours, too.
The thoughts that conflict struggle.
My thoughts and yours do not meld.
For I choose "ETERNITY" and you choose "INFINITY".
But that 'father' for the power to "CHOOSE" and "CHANGE".
So, dear mother, please choose the "change", and in-turn change your choice to choose "ETERNITY".
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