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.
...
Read full text