Digging the grave

I was digging my grave with a blunt shovel called fate
someone came to suggest, "It can be done after your death"
"Just want to give a hint to the lord", I answered
the man got puzzled "Hint??"
"Yes, he sent me here to get involved, he wanted me to aspire and to achieve",
"I tried a lot to imitate but never had a reason to pray for those induced-dreams to precipitate"
"The world here does not recognize the sublimate, everyone wants to substantiate."
The man said, "Aha! so it's your defeat, you are not able to assimilate it."
"Defeat?" I was flummoxed "HE sent me to live and not to compete."
"So you were not told, is what you want to say,
listen, if you are here, you must have something to do", said the man.
"Yes, but that can be done without the need to classify"
"why to keep on looking for your efforts to qualify?"
"Because it gives you a reason to try,
survival-of-the-fittest, and it is not me but Darwin, so please do not defy." the man retorted.
"Aspire to achieve and achieve to survive, it appears a vicious circle to me, sorry Darwin it is something I would not comply"
"Thanks man!, I have almost finished it"
"it's deep enough to accommodate the unfit"
"If you think it's defeat let it be, but all I want is to be set free."
"I hope God subscribes your view, Darwin and will wipe off my existence because of my incompetency"
"Oh! Lord, set me free from the labyrinth of dream and desire, just set me free."