Give Me Death Instead Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Give Me Death Instead



Give me death instead; the most gloriously charismatic venom wholesomely snapping the fangs of my torturously truncated existence,

Give me death instead; the most handsomely spotless fabric of amorphous white; wholesomely sealing the outlet of my bizarrely decrepit existence,

Give me death instead; the most royally fantastic of reprieve; wholesomely demolishing even the most diminutive speck of exhilaration from my insipidly
lackadaisical existence,

Give me death instead; the most fascinatingly silent seduction; wholesomely making me abjure even the most capricious trace of my disgustingly perfidious worldly
existence,

Give me death instead; the most blissfully permanent rest; wholesomely extinguishing even the sinful chapter of my ghoulishly bedraggled existence,

Give me death instead; the most celestially everlasting comfort; wholesomely diminishing my form forever and ever and ever from the textbooks of my egregiously manipulative existence,

Give me death instead; the most unbelievably mute fading; wholesomely swiping the reigns of my idiosyncratically insane existence,

Give me death instead; the most fragrantly ultimate standstill; wholesomely massacring the remorsefully fleeting wind of my existence,

Give me death instead; the most eventually deciding signature on life; wholesomely decimating the ominous crux of my forlornly lambasting existence,

Give me death instead; the most finally submissive consequence; wholesomely vanquishing even the most ethereally mercurial trace of prejudiced pain dreadfully circumscribing my cadaverous existence,

Give me death instead; the most ubiquitously final closure; wholesomely annihilating even the most infidel iota of my penuriously blood-sucking existence,

Give me death instead; the most unavoidably unalterable authority; wholesomely conquering even the most parsimoniously depraving wind of my parasitically besmirched existence,

Give me death instead; the most concluding connotation of life; wholesomely devastating even the most whimsical knot of my nonchalantly pugnacious and
sadistically crucifying existence,

Give me death instead; the most irrefutable sign of extinction; wholesomely snatching even the most frigid whisker of my uxoriously sodomizing and vindictively ballistic existence,

Give me death instead; the most ingratiatingly dreamless sleep; wholesomely finishing even the most fecklessly stingy desire of my worthlessly malevolence
and debilitatingly dastardly existence,

Give me death instead; the most explicitly truthful desecration of life; wholesomely assassinating the dungeons of my cannibalistically distraught and murderously sinful existence,

Give me death instead; the most miraculously astounding way to reach heaven/hell; wholesomely trampling even my inconspicuously disoriented and politically maiming existence,

And it is my humble request to you O! Almighty Lord to give me a death more invidiously gory than the most treacherously punitive of death instead; but please
don't give me salaciously abysmal betrayal; please don't give me the most immortal love of my life for just an instant; and then betrayal for the remainder of my destined time.

Friday, March 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,victory
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh

Dehradun, India
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