I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a dinosaur would brutally pulverize me; or whether the
electric bolts of lightening would strike me head-on
from the ominous sky,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and blend
with gruesomely pathetic cocoons of soil….

I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a sword would rip me apart to infinite pieces; or
whether the lion would swallow me without a single
yawn,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and
settle down forever in the interiors of my abominably
ghastly corpse…

I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a speeding truck would satanically crush my bones; or
whether a dungeon of venomous snakes would stab each
part of my eye,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and
coalesce with stinkingly grizzly walls of my murderous
coffin…

I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
an earthquake would devastate me to raw ash; or
whether a forest of wild elephants would break each
bone of my tender spine,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and
melange forever with horrendous worm and termite
countless kilometers beneath soil….

I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a battlefield of hostile vultures would pluck my heart
out; or whether the roof would suddenly collapse on my
skull; metamorphosing me into an inconspicuous fly,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and bond
with wisps of worthlessly non-existent oblivion…

I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a violently cataclysmic sea would drown me; or whether
the horde of cold-blooded wolves would make a curry
out of me; for their nocturnal delights,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and
forever sink into the trajectories of imprisoning
nothingness…

I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a bullet would explode the most intricate arenas of my
brain; or whether the ominously satanic witches would
sacrifice me like white mice,

But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and leave
for my expedition of irrevocably ultimate disaster….

I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a shock would treacherously electrocute each
ingredient of my body and blood; or whether the
mountain of lethal scorpions would pierce my innocuous
flesh; like barbaric chicken fry,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and
disparagingly disappear without leaving; even a single
trace of mine…

And I didn’t want to know how I was going to die;
whether the land of mesmerizing heaven sent its
harbingers to take me; or whether uncouthly lecherous
hell descended on every step that I tread by,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and sleep
like ghost in my grave; with no medicine able to open
my dead eyes….








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