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Healers of the body, mechanics of the mind,
To the mundane lives of their subjects they bind.
Despite clashing personal interests they toil,
Fires of guilt burn away their mortal coil.
Knowledge though vast not every life can be saved,
Try as they might, to the ground they will be razed.
Even if one survives by a Medics ways
In the end it shall be the Divine who is praised.
Northern Nevermore 
Oh I really love how this ends! Along with someone who commented on your About, I find it difficult to believe you’re 16, too–phenomenal words pouring out of you…youthful genius is a bit frightening (said in a motherly tone).
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I agree the ending really pleasantly surprised me!
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Excellent final line!
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