1 God - Poems on God , Creator - volume 1

BURY ME NEAR THE MOSQUE OF MY CREATOR.

Whether you choose to barbarously butcher my impoverished body into an infinite pieces of orphaned flesh and bone; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely mollifying death,

Whether you choose to brutally pulverize my limp body by driving a boundless bulldozers over each of its inflated contours; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely liberating death,

Whether you choose to ruthlessly rip apart every organ of my stagnant body- to play sadistically with it under the unsparingly venomous midnight; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely silencing death,

Whether you choose to cannibalistically submerge my lifeless body into an ocean of hedonistically fuming acid; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely placating death,

Whether you choose to gruesomely feed my worthless body as the sole meal to your ferociously famished dogs; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely blissful death,

Whether you choose to maniacally bludgeon my feelingless body with the most acrimonious of cleavers—just to release the extra ounce of energy thwarting in your bones; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely still death,

Whether you choose to demonically stab my expressionless body with the utmost narcissism and with a countless blood stained knives; after my

inevitably veritable and wholesomely restful death,

Whether you choose to pugnaciously slander my penurious body-hurling every conceivable expletive at it hanging it upside down in the absolute center of the world; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely finishing death,

Whether you choose to wretchedly defecate every perceivable waste of yours on my unflinching body; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely transcending death,

Whether you choose to vindictively strangulate my neck till my eyes popped and bounced limitless kilometers outside; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely blessing death,

Whether you choose to salaciously spit on my stony body in unison with the entire unceasing globe; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely irretrievable death,

Whether you choose to sardonically crunch each bone of my fetid body—to relish the parsimoniously fine chowder that evolved; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely ameliorating death,

Whether you choose to indulge into an infinite controversies regards the status of my hapless body—the opulence it had hidden on this timeless planet; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely absolving death,

Whether you choose to let loose every wildly stinging scorpion on earth upon my unnerved body; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely healing death,

Whether you choose to viciously hurl my decaying body into the land of the devilishly rampaging dinosaurs; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely wonderful death,

Whether you choose to deliriously stamp upon my evanescent body with the whole Universe-till I puked out whatever little fluid left inside; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely inebriating death,

Whether you choose to bombard my speechless body with the most atrocious bombs and nuclear missiles of your time; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely resting death,

Whether you choose to abominably dissect my orphaned

body—scientifically analyze and criticize each of its oblivious part; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely uniting death,

And do whatever you choose after my veritable death—I really don't give a damn to even the most indescribably sinful of your actions O! parasitic man—but please do me just one ultimate favor of burying me in whatever form you have me after your mutilation-somewhere near the mosque of my Omnipotent Creator.