No Boring Death

I’m poised for destruction
I will die one day soon
If it’s going to be boring,
Let it take place on the moon
Please, God, don’t let it be boring
And I don’t want a tomb
Let it be beautiful
Like falling off a witch's broom
Like Mt. Vesuvius thick lava
Let my blood stain for miles

This body keeps me so ugly
This body makes me sad
This body keeps me holy
This body makes me mad
Already knot the noose and dug a six feet hole
Slit my inner biceps until I get cold
Armpit to elbow mould

Let me die, doing something good
Or that which is extremely bad
Let my wife kill me in my sleep
Because I hate her dad
Let me slip and fall on an old sword
But gets killed by a fat nurse who got bored
Let me drive flush into a parked train
But die from a lightning shock thereafter sustained
It would feel like I lived in vain
If I die peacefully in my sleep