The document describes someone who feels they no longer need the support of their parents as they now see themselves as powerful and successful. However, the concluding paragraph states that without their parents' blessings, this person would be nothing - they would not exist in heaven or hell, and any success would turn to failure. They would not just be dead, but a "sinfully satanic living dead" without their parents.

1. LIVING DEAD – PART 2
You might perhaps not need their altruistic support anymore; as you now felt
yourself to be the strongest organism on the Universe; blazing through even the most
fearful of maelstroms; in the untamed effervescent flavor of youth,
You might perhaps not need their compassionate fragrance anymore; as you now had
the most pricelessly opulent of scents; sanctimoniously lined up on the windshield of
your majestically crimson Mercedes,
You might perhaps not need their amiably bonding house anymore; as you now
resided in the most invincibly diamond studded castle; on this fathomlessly
enamoring planet,
You might perhaps not need their selflessly guiding lights anymore; as you now
evolved a civilization of unparalleled newness on every path you transgressed; pierced
through even the most ghoulishly appalling darkness with your spell bindingly hawk-
eyed sight,
You might perhaps not need their celestial nourishment anymore; as triumphant
blood now flowed through your ebulliently ecstatic veins; at a speed faster than
magical white lightening,
You might perhaps not need their profoundly heartwarming caress anymore; as
you now merrily cavorted with the girl of your choice behind the rain soaked
hills; with her hands convivially exploring every cranny of your miserably trembling
skin,
You might perhaps not need their indefatigable inspiring anymore; as you now had
the entire planet subliming you to unflinchingly march forward; to ubiquitously
disseminate the royally unfettered power of your God-gifted artistry,
You might perhaps not need their optimistically enlightening talks anymore;
as you now had perennially imbibed the good’s and bad’s of inscrutably fantastic
existence; deep into the dormitories of your blessed soul,
You might perhaps not need their irrefutably authoritative signature anymore; as you
now had majestically carved a brilliant niche for your ownself on this limitlessly
mesmerizing planet; and people around knew you by your very own inimitably
victorious identity,
You might perhaps not need their lighthearted jokes anymore; as you now had
the power to cognize even the most funniest of anecdotes on the boundless
Universe; laugh every bone of your body out on the incomprehensible parody

2. generated,
You might perhaps not need their impeccably divinely spirit anymore; as you
now had assimilated all the unconquerably Omniscient spirituality of this timelessly
extemporizing planet; tirelessly meditating in front of the Immortal Lord Almighty,
You might perhaps not need their enchantingly undefeatable voice anymore; as you
now had discovered that the chords of your mesmerizing throat could timelessly
enthrall one and all on this boundlessly insuperable Universe; wonderfully alike,
You might perhaps not need their splendidly recharging pat on the back anymore; as
you now had the most iridescently tantalizing waterfalls and maidens to unassailably
ignite even the most infidel of your senses,
You might perhaps not need their uninhibitedly emotional bonding anymore; as
you now had the heart of your eternally blessed lover to wholesomely lean and
infallibly depend upon,
You might perhaps not need their impregnably untainted shoes anymore; as you
now created an ingeniously unconquerable pathway of effulgent freshness; on even
the most evanescent chunk of soil that you tread,
You might perhaps not need their perpetually heartfelt presents anymore; as
every part of your diminutive persona; was now torrentially showered upon by
every bit of panoramically eclectic richness on this victorious planet,
You might perhaps not need their unceasingly fertile smiles anymore; as you
now had the indomitable virility to proliferate into infinite more of your kind;
procreate your progeny till the time earth existed by the Grace of Omnipresent Lord
Almighty,
You might perhaps not need their unsurpassably ardent breath anymore; as each time
you now exhaled romancing in the elixir of youth; nothing else emanated but the fiery
first rays of the Omnipotently golden Sun,
You might perhaps not need their Omnipresently throbbing hearts anymore; as
you now had perennially coalesced every beat of your endowed existence with
your heavenly venerated beloved,
But irrespective of whether you needed them the tiniest iota or not; without their
blessings your identity wasn’t even an obsolete piece of preposterously bizarre
nothingness; without their blessings you stood neither in heaven and not even the
most diabolical of hell; without their blessings success forever metamorphosed into

3. gruesome failure before you could even scent it; O! Yes without the blessings of your
Godly Parents you weren’t just dead; but a sinfully satanic living dead.