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41. 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 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.

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