1. BUT IT IS MY HUMBLE PLEA !
I didn’t wish to be saved even an infinitesimal iota; if the hands of uncouthly
unforgiving destiny; treacherously pushed me from the 200th
floor of the
astronomically colossal edifice,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably ensure;
that my philanthropic neighbors weren’t disturbed the slightest; by my ghastly fall and
inevitable cries.
I didn’t wish to be saved even an inconspicuous inch; if the palms of inexplicably
traumatic destiny; hurtled me face on towards the; overwhelmingly speeding
monstrous truck,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably ensure; that the
shrubs sprouting blissfully in vicinity; weren’t camouflaged the slightest; with my
rampantly spurting fountains of crimson blood.
I didn’t wish to be saved even a capriciously remote whisker; if the clouds of
ominously penalizing destiny; buried me infinite feet beneath my coffin; without
ostensibly no fault of mine and when I was in pristine prime of life,
But is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably ensure; that the soil
surrounding my grave wasn’t affected the slightest by my disdainfully decaying
carrion; instead perennially continued to proliferate into a paradise of exhilarating
newness.
I didn’t wish to be saved even an obliviously obsolete trifle; if the winds of salaciously
pulverizing destiny; barbarically drowned me to the rock bottom; of the fathomlessly
swirling ocean,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably ensure; that the
fish swimming merrily beneath; weren’t hindered the slightest in their celestial path;
by my grotesquely cumbersome caricature.
I didn’t wish to be saved even a frigidly diminutive inch; if the vagaries of savage
destiny; reduced me to an abominably ludicrous heap; of gruesomely charred and
nonchalant ash,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably ensure; that the
perpetual fertility of mud enveloping my lifeless countenance; wasn’t affected the
slightest by my penuriously impoverished human form.
I didn’t wish to be saved even a ridiculously nonexistence fraction; if the wings of
perfidiously corrupting destiny; chopped me into a boundless pieces of raw bone;
before eventually dumping me for the dogs,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably ensure; that the
blades of voluptuously nimble grass encapsulating my pathetically disoriented
2. demeanor; weren’t terrorized the slightest; by the devastatingly gory remains of my
countenance.
I didn’t wish to be saved even an lackadaisically minute iota; if the cloudbursts of
vindictively tyrannizing destiny; squeezed every droplet of blood like a ferociously
untamed parasite; from each pore of my dwindling body,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably ensure; that the
hordes of innocuously impeccable children around weren’t perturbed the slightest by
my cascading skeleton; instead marched unflinchingly on the path to unequivocal
righteousness.
I didn’t wish to be saved even a tenderly obscure bit; if the ungainly feet of
murderously vengeful destiny; indiscriminately trampled and diabolically annihilated
every speck of my poignantly seductive breath,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably ensure; that the
chapter of life wasn’t condemned the slightest by my sordidly premature demise;
instead life indefatigably continued to spawn into bountiful fireballs of ecstatic
radiance; with every unfurling instant of time.
And I didn’t wish to be saved even a parsimoniously mercurial thread; if the
ghastly spirit of ruthless destiny; ominously snapped the fangs of my passionately
palpitating heart; into the domains of hell and sadly forever,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to irrefutably ensure; that the
beats of eternally immortal love weren’t violated the slightest by my disappearing
soul; instead relentlessly continued to bond with beauty; to bond with romantic
timelessness and vibrant life.
