Time - A New Lease?

Of all the things now in this world I ask you God, could you arrange that my own body, being hurled through time and space, into a strange and distant, unknown universe if you would, kindly leave the space regarding, though, my private hearse which will appear in any case due to your failure to consider that overpopulation will discriminate against the bidder such as myself, so you must kill I ask you, would you stop the time for me and ninety special friends if so, I'll dedicate this rhyme to you, I'll also make amends and make this world a place of peace so tell me soon what you've decided what I would want is a new lease give it to me and I'll be guided by ten commandments handed down by you to give us good behaviour the change requires a small noun called time, to stop.Bless you my saviour.