CONCLUSION-For Two-Six-Eight-Zero-Nine

IF I HAVE TO DIE

If I die
Let me have tasted
The unrest of a lover
Rebellion of a child
Contentment of a woman
Infinity of a philosopher

If I die
Let me have found
The pieces of my broken mind
Scattered portions of my soul
Stolen parts of my body
Lost slices of my heart

Then, if I should
Be burned on a fire
Be slashed by a butcher
Be drowned, swallowed by the ocean waves
Be crucified like The Savior
I am ready
If I have to die

Depok, 30 April 2001-00.45 AM