I will sob
by the wish of God
When the heart will not work
I will pace by pacemaker
When my limbs will get ampulated
I will extend it by fulcrum of steel
When my face will get burn
I will get by plastic surgery
When rosy hair will bald
I will grow my wig an instant
When the baby will cry
Synthetic milk will pry
When the pencil will get shorter
I will write by bits and bytes
When the postal office will close
I will attach an email
When the flowers will wrinkle
I will paint it by essence twinkle
When all nature will pale
I will wail my tears profusely
and...
I will cry
my wish to God!
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