Analysis of Living Heaven

May I be pushed into boiling lava;
but with a fireproof suit.
May I be pushed in the middle of the sea;
but with gills.
May I be pushed from the cliff of a mountain;
but with wings.
May I drink the deadliest of poisons;
but the poison being inert.
May I cut open my wrist with the sharpest of knives; but let the blood take a wrong turn.
May I hang myself from the ceiling;
but let the floor come to my feet.
Oh god! take me to heaven without any pain!;
or rather, make Earth a living Heaven.