Analysis of Inalienable Rights

The known prognosis was indeed dire,
Any dubious cure itself a braided noose;
Option's mind-field of expedient desire,
Would find death the preferable excuse.

Perhaps the mostly neglected exercise,
Of choosing time and place is possible;
Usurping fate's presumptuous surprise,
Would truly dignify a demise while able.

Forget trying to find that comfort zone,
Sparingly curtailed by repeated insults;
This is a destination reckoned all alone,
Flying in face of conventional gestalts.

Let religion choke on it's pie in the sky,
Words' effects all filtered in superstition;
As I came to know the real truth n' why,
My divinity already gave me permission.