When I die,
I want to be layed to rest in a casket.
I want to be burried deep
underground
so,
that the largest earthquake
would not shatter my bones:
where nothing could touch me.
I don't want to be burried to rot,
to be in so far that
I will decay.
I do not want worms to
infect my lifeless being.
I want to be drifted off,
into another world,
a new dimension,
where my hair
and my toenails will continue
to grow;
where I become revived,
where I become new again.
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