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I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw countless haplessly orphaned children; being viciously kicked into dustbins of malice; for
ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw the pricelessly innocuous female fetus; being brutally assassinated and aborted; right in the very depths of the unassailably Godly womb,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw heartlessly cold-blooded men; ruthlessly felling innumerable a tree; using its blessed branches; trunk and roots; for evolving lifelessly wastrel commodities,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw demonically manipulating politicians; weigh the very essence of unconquerably righteous life; in terms of wantonly decrepit currency coin,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw innocently minor girls being brutally raped; by the diabolically idiosyncratic perversions of sadistic man,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw peerlessly impeccable blood being parasitically sucked from newborn forms; just in order to spuriously enrich and consecrate; the already blessed and bountiful human form,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw boundless wives and children reduced to a cadaverous carcass; as the man of the family simply refrained to budge an inch to earn; cannibalistically guzzling the last drop of wine and
vixen; to be found of planet earth,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw beautifully fructifying wildlife being emotionlessly beheaded; just in order to become the
exuberant delicacy; of the already replenished palette,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw robustly ebullient organisms doing nothing but just endlessly gazing at fathomless sky; nonsensically proclaiming that their destiny would one day and eventually take them to the absolute epitome of cloud nine,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw one man derogatorily slaving and slavering for another man; wherein the Omnipotent
Creator had created all symbiotically equal in the first place,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw millions of innocent being indiscriminately butchered; in the wrath and aftermath of barbarously thwarting bombardment and war,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw satanic terrorists launch an inconsolably pulverizing assault on one particular fraternity of mankind; in the name of sacrifice to the Omnipresent Lord,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw hordes of people blindfoldedly offering their last ounce of wealth to the Omnipotent deity of the Lord; who in the first place owned every speck of the unending Universe; and who wanted them to benevolently donate the same to all suffering living kind instead,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw school going girls and boys begging hoarsely on the obdurately chauvinistic streets; with their parents abhorrently using them to tickle the soft corner of the opulent society,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw women of all ages; right from the age of my daughter; to sister to mother; tawdrily selling their flesh to hedonistically dastardly men; just for securing those two quintessential morsels of food,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw limitless dying unattended on the freezing streets; because of unforgivably ghastly corruption; viciously infiltrating in every echelon of the government and society,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw impudently pretentious brats; telling their life-bestowing parents to clean the stagnating shit in their houses; whilst they themselves deliriously drowned themselves; into barrels of
sinfully expensive wine and cigarette smoke,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw the most perpetually faithful of lovers salaciously separate like a miserably broken leaf; at the tiniest of objection from the sanctimoniously turgid society,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw selfishly shriveled man; praying to God for solely impregnating his lungs with a countless breaths; instead of immortally sharing the same in perfect symbiosis with endless numbers
of his own kind,

But when I was actually committing suicide. I felt that any form of life was better than death; as I approached my very last breath. For if at all I could endeavor my very best to ameliorate every fraternity of estranged and maliciously cannibalistic living
kind; then by the grace of God it could be only while in undefeated life and not the slightest after stonily gory death.

I struck my tender fist vociferously against the hard wall,
round globules of indignant anger welled up in my eyes,
mighty pounds of fresh air died a gruesome death in my lungs,
tapered outlines of my toe fingers took a vice like grip of the floor,
crimson blood traveled multiple times faster through my veins,
snow white pearls of my eyes acquired streaks of corrugated scarlet,
dozens of my teeth clenched themselves to form a formidable fortress,
infinite hair on my body stood up in hostile acrimony,
the tiny blob of Adams apple oscillated violently like a parasitic leech,
amber fumes emanated in quick successions from my nostril,
a volley of profound abuse escaped through the luscious envelope of my lips,
gallons of adrenalin flowed intermittently via my kidneys,
feeble muscles of my persona transited to taut balls of anguished fervor,
i gnawed my nails raw of rich calcium,
chewed my thumb for times immemorial,
staring unflinchingly at my adversary who had humiliated me a few hours ago,
had also evaporated traces of exorbitant felicity that i was besieged with.

i couldn’t bear it any longer,
my entire silhouette radiated with waves of demonic anger,
prompting me to punch stringently with my rock hard palms,
into the supple core of his solar plexus,
evacuating tons of air trapped in his flatulent belly,
annihilating forever the ostentation he displayed in ridiculing the youth of my age.

They floated like inflated gas balloons,
bounced to and fro between the earth and sky,
leapt from amazing height of the castle tower,
drowned deep in remote galleries of the blue ocean,
walked through crackling flames producing blistering heat,
ate needle thorn with coats of salt for evening supper,
drove their cars suspended in air, evading cumbersome jams,
closed their breaths for abnormal hours without traces of suffocation,
transformed the patches of earth on which they tread into sticks of gold,
held out their hands for scorpions to sting,
took bath in fuming acid at the rise of handsome dawn,
inscribed the names of their beloved on flesh with rusty knife,
chewed the hardest of bone with nonchalant ease,
devoured atom bomb shell like flavored candy cakes,
scored cent percent marks in every single grade,
bludgeoned their way, unhurt amidst an ambience of indiscreet gunfire,
swam with the elegance of a white shark through the red sea,
were invisible in the brightest sunlight of the day,
danced all throughout the night without a single spell of enchanting sleep,
they had existed since millions of calendar year,
in secret domains beyond silver grey outlines of the rain cloud,
even before the first sign of life wept on this earth,
some millions years prior to man’s creation,
their awesome power was simply unparalleled,
they always wore satin robes of spotless white,
they christened themselves as angels of the sky

When i feel happy and bustling with youth,
the atmosphere sprinkled with petals of palpable emotion,
i embrace semicircular pillars of white stone with a vice like grip.

when i feel besieged with waves of despondence,
inflated bubbles of energy pierced with daggers of revenge,
i stare nonchalantly at clouds swimming in the sky.

when i feel exhausted with mounting tasks of the day,
clothes soaked wet in pools of dripping sweat,
i suspend my feet in salty water of the ferocious sea.

when i feel pangs of hunger striking walls of long intestine,
dreary body frame succumbs to an unnatural siesta,
i stretch my mouth palette wide to swallow large chunks of roasted potato.

when i feel tickled rolling in languid blades of grass,
grey lizards traverse rough barks of live tree wood,
i inhale air in lungs, scream in ecstasy flexing vocal chords deep down my throat.

when my fingers swell with incessant clinging to fountain pen,
mental imagery fluctuates in relation to school text load,
i massage both palms vigorously with herbal turmeric balm.

when i fly in the aircraft at unsurpassable heights from ground,
the flight steward serves tall beer mugs of juice,
i feel like floating in blue air of the bare sky,
with my body strapped firmly to chords of parachute.

when i feel the world frantically running after me,
there exists no peace at all quarters of the city,
i enclose myself in soundproof walls of my submarine,
listen to melodious tunes of Egyptian music.

when i envisage the poor shivering in icy winds of winter,
stunningly rich trading wealth in polished glass walls of the kingly casino,
i feel like distributing minuscule fractions of their affluence,
to my human counterparts on the brink of extinction.

The Sun was one of the most blazingly Omnipotent entity on this fathomless Universe; yet it never ever said that the earth which it inundated with optimistic light; was lugubriously depressed and dark,

The Rose was one of the most fragrantly spellbinding entity on this boundless Universe; yet it never ever said that the atmosphere which it perpetuated with timelessly humanitarian scent; was flagrantly rotting and obsolete,

The Mountain was one of the most indomitably strong entity on this limitless Universe; yet it never ever said that the infants which it sequestered all night and day; were grotesquely dilapidated and weak,

The Sea was one of the most vivaciously tangy entity on this unsurpassable Universe; yet it never ever said that the shores which it timelessly smooched with pristine froth; were inanely decrepit and beleaguered,

The Rain was one of the most sensuously virile entity on this enamoring Universe; yet it never ever said that the deserts which it metamorphosed into resplendent paradise; were deliriously emaciated and sick,

The Mud was one of the most propitiously spawning entity on this unlimited Universe; yet it never ever said that the tendril which it evolved out of sheer nothingness; was insipidly fragile and juvenile,

The Moon was one of the most charismatically enlightening entity on this unprecedented Universe; yet it never ever said that the night which it majestically illuminated with iridescently milky light; was invidiously appalling and abject,

The Wind was one of the most exuberantly triumphant entity on this unconquerable Universe; yet it never ever said that the leaf which it ecstatically reinvigorated; was remorsefully crinkled and in inexplicable duress,

The Horizon was one of the most unfathomably infinite entity on this Omniscient Universe; yet it never ever said that the human which it unbelievably enthralled with its tantalizing perception; was treacherously robotic and crawling on parsimonious earth,

The Grass was one of the most royally panoramic entity on this eternal Universe; yet it never ever said that the cattle which it quintessentially fed till times beyond eternity; was vituperatively greedy and parasitic,

The Pearl was one of the most pricelessly celestial entity on this symbiotic Universe; yet it never ever said that the space which it perennially charmed; was threadbarely indolent and idiosyncratic,

The Rainbow was one of the most vividly victorious entity on this blissful Universe; yet it never ever said that the sky which it regally ignited with its unparalleled color; was nonsensically lackadaisical and augmenting towards emptiness,

The Dewdrop was one of the most tantalizingly rhapsodic entity on this gargantuan Universe; yet it never ever said that the feet which it jubilantly tingled; were miserably chapped and dwindling into hopeless fatigue,

The Root was one of the most indispensably formidable entity on this stupendous Universe; yet it never ever said that the tree which it granted solidarity to even in the most vindictive of apocalypses; was fecklessly invisible and lividly limp,

The Destiny Line was one of the most impregnably deciding entity on this
magnetic Universe; yet it never ever said that the palm which it granted royally unfettered authority; was egregiously diseased and slaving towards the soil,

The Star was one of the most gloriously opalescent entity on this astounding
Universe; yet it never ever said that the blackness through which it convivially perpetuated; was cadaverously hopeless and defunct,

The Nostril was one of the most effusively lifeyielding entity on this infallible Universe; yet it never ever said that the lungs which it perennially perfumed with Omnipotent air; were flagrantly clumsy and wisps of nothingness,

The Snow was one of the most beautifully mollifying entity on this spectacular Universe; yet it never ever said that the slopes which it imperially enveloped with festoons of impeccable white; were infinitesimally barren and sadistically desolate,

And you Human Being; An Inconspicuously oblivious piece of nothingness in front of the Omniscient Lord Almighty; had the baseless temerity to torture; discriminate; abhor; abuse; treat your comrades worse than animals just because they were poor and destitute; just because the color of your skin was white; just because that extra parchment of spurious currency note; aimlessly squandered from your pompous trouser pocket; just because you felt you’d meaninglessly coined the axiom:
that the Sun never sets on the british empire, when infact the Creator had created this earth as pricelessly and incomparably one

I’d encountered countless women who said they were unimaginably tired—that they’d certainly collapse into an abominable heap; even after getting up from a boundless number of hours of celestial rest and revitalizing sleep,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were brutally emaciated—that the pangs of hunger would certainly kill them; evenafter gobbling virtually every succulent delicacy on this fathomless earth,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were miserably shy—that they’d certainly swoon infront of the tiniest of mosquito; even after bathing each conceivable pore of their body; mind and soul under the Sun for times immemorial,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were egregiously drowning—that they’d most certainly asphyxiate their last breath under water; even after the endless chain of waves had miraculously and flawlessly transported her to the safe shores,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were sinful untouchables—that their religion would never enable them to mélange with the rest of the planet; even after the Lord had himself descended before them and told them that all religions on this earth are equal and one,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were abysmally purposeless—that their life would just evaporate into nothingness as it came; even after each royal stroke of destiny unveiled an infinite vistas of newness and opportunity infront of them,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were dismally directionless—that their existence was like the hackneyed pauper till their grave; even after the Omnipotent light paved a way clearer than their soul on every step they dared tread,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were flagrantly scorched—that their throats would certainly turn to charcoal of thirst; even after merrily guzzling down-infinite a can of fruit beer; wine and spring water on the trajectory of this earth,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were inexplicably thwarted—that their life would end this very instant of depression; even after every tangible and intangible happiness of existence was copiously fed to them in a golden spoon each minute,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were agonizingly suffocating—that they’d almost forgotten the scent of fresh air; even after inexhaustibly floating in the clouds of desire-where there blew nothing else but the unstoppable wind of euphoric life,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were deplorably incomplete—that they’d dolefully look forward now only to the next birth; even after being blessed with an immaculate husband; children and an unendingly boisterous jugglery of kin,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were hideously exploited—that their livid bodies would now never fetch heaven; even after being worshipped as nothing else but—daughter; wife; mother; aunt and all the conceivable sacred relations that the planet was bound to,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were ignominiously ugly—that they always sequestered their maudlin grotesque face under the cloak to weep; even after ecstatically winning the ultimate glory crown of ‘Miss Universe’ for every successive year,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were tawdrily second hand—that they wanted to commit suicide rather than being the consolation prizes of their husbands; even after wantonly philandering themselves with every handsome on the globe—whilst their husbands just stared and tolerated in humble submission,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were unfinished wombs—that they unrelentingly cried to seek the blessings of the Creator; even after giving birth to so many a beautiful and bountiful baby girl child,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were irretrievably blind—that they saw nothing else but devilish darkness capsizing their innocence every instant; even after astoundingly differentiating the nth shade of their choice-for the fabric they planned to adorn on top of their skimpy outfit,

I’d encountered countless women who said they were mercilessly abandoned—that they’d been left amidst a pack of savage wolves to find their non-existent way; even after haughtily ordering a countless of their slaves to lick their floors and walls clean of the last speck of grime,

I’d encountered countless women who said they had abruptly ended—that they’d never ever been given a second chance by the chapters of acridly harsh life; even after an infinite heavens of glorious newness had opened at each bit of goodness that they did,

And then I met her—who gave up on everything even before anything opportune could happen to her; even before the tiniest insinuation of happiness could bless her; even before the mantra of goodness and miracle could try and help her; even before she could alight a single foot to try and test her true worth on this Omniscient soil.

Could you disastrously empty the sky of its voluptuously crimson clouds; and still expect it to torrentially shower bountifully blissful droplets of sparkling rain?

Could you ruthlessly extricate the battlefield of its valiantly patriotic warriors; and still expect it to bring scintillatingly triumphant freedom for its sacrosanct motherland?

Could you barbarically pulverize the petals of the gorgeously imperial lotus; and still expect it to fulminate into a river of unfathomably enchanting scent?

Could you unabashedly strip the regale Sun of its flamboyantly sizzling rays; and still expect it to profoundly dazzle into an ocean of unassailably beautiful shine?

Could you murderously evict the earth of even the most infinitesimal of seed; and still expect it to salubriously glisten and blossom into the aisles of optimistically burgeoning prosperity?

Could you cold-bloodedly snap the wings of the boisterously soaring bird; and still expect it to exuberantly zip forward in cocoons of jubilantly azure sky and tirelessly fly high?

Could you treacherously evaporate every ounce of water in the limitless oceans; and still expect them to ravishingly undulate into ecstatic waves of rejuvenatingly thunderous froth?

Could you devastatingly bury the glittering diamond infinite feet beneath drearily threadbare mud; and still expect it to unceasingly radiate into a fountain of mesmerizing golden glimmer?

Could you mercilessly thrash the poignantly intricate spinal chord of the infant; and still expect it to unflinchingly gallop towards the skies of eternally triumphant freedom?

Could you preposterously chop the rosy stub of tongue in the mouth; and still expect it to unfurl into the most melodiously spell binding tunes of vivacious existence?

Could you savagely bombard the silken web into a countless incongruously debilitating pieces; and still expect the spider to merrily bounce in the corridors
of insatiably uncontrollable ebullience?

Could you horrendously kill both the celestially compassionate parents; and still expect the child to timelessly bloom and invincibly smile?

Could you treacherously inundate the entire dwelling with acrimoniously jejune and prejudiced cockroaches; and still expect the rainbows of irrefutable truth to
unconquerable enlighten; even after the very end of veritable time?

Could you diabolically suck every iota of blood from the harmonious body; and still expect it to intrepidly confront every impediment that vindictively confronted
it in its way?

Could you devilishly maraud the resplendently impeccable whites; and still expect the eye to diffuse effulgent empathy; vividly sight beyond the contours of beauty and satiny graciousness?

Could you viciously pluck even the most diminutive blade of grass from the everlasting meadow; and still expect the cows to innocuous graze; romantically
philander and exude into cisterns of immaculately divine milk?

Could you lay a gory battalion of blood-coated thorns in even the most ephemeral of his path; and still expect the traveler to dance in the winds of perennial exuberance for times immemorial?

Could you ruthlessly lambaste the stomach with whiplashes of bizarre emaciation; and still expect it to indefatigably languish in the entrenchment of gorgeously blessed replenishment?

Could you crudely lynch a harmlessly symbiotic organism; and still expect it to holistically proliferate countless more of its kind; continue God’s chapter of Omnipotent creation till its very last breath?

Could you truculently destroy the impregnable foundations of the towering edifice; and still expect that it relentlessly blazed as the most handsomely highest peak towards; regally crystalline sky?

Could you lasciviously deluge the nimbly placid atmosphere with sleazily tantalizing seductresses; and still expect the impressions of glorious righteousness to reign supreme; on every step that you resolutely tread?

Could you dictatorially assassinate every trace of stringent light; and still expect the pathetically destitute to find the needle from the incomprehensibly colossal haystack?

Could you deliberately constipate every glorious constituent of your body; and still expect to mitigate every fraternity of tumultuously bereaved mankind?

Could you indiscriminately devour an unsurpassable bucket of ghastly needles; and still expect an aura of unparalleled serenity to linger across your persona; for decades limitless more to come?

Could you heinously masticate the one eyed vultures egg; and still expect the bird to bless you with all marvelously scintillating richness of philanthropically magnanimous life?

Could you insanely nail the silken ears with criminally torching iron bars; and still expect them to effusively decipher even the most mercurial trace of non-existent sound?

Could you grow a desert of penalizingly serrated cactus in your backyard; and still expect to witness exotically pristine angels to spawn at even the most evanescent unveiling of ingratiatingly velvety dawn?

Could you lethally maim the legs of the withering old man; and still expect him to victoriously transcend past the barriers of the 1000 M; marathon race?

Could you baselessly terrorize the sordidly trembling and orphaned urchin; and still expect fireballs of inexorably unending love to euphorically leap from every conceivable element of his hapless countenance?

Could you ominously shatter the mirror into boundless bits of obsolete fragments; and still expect it to irrevocably portray the most candid reflection that darted from your dastardly persona?

Could you unimaginably cut all fingers with the nondescript farmaxe; and still expect the palm to unravel every unleashing instant of the day; into an compassionately overflowing barrage of stupendously raw artistry?

Could you wildly run without a cloth on your body abreast the busy traffic street; and still expect the most eclectic accolades of civilized culture to be bestowed upon you; till the earth lived and countless births beyond your time?

Could you vanquish every compassionate draught of air that cascaded from the nostril; and still expect the heavens of passionately pulsating life to flower into
the mists of fantastically unending desire?

And Could you tyrannically strip life of the immortal love it throbbed every minute for; and still expect it to become the most pricelessly prosperous; aristocratically rise above every other entity on this gargantuan Universe and ardently survive?

I buried myself deep into an island of loose sand; sprawled in abundance on the solitary street,
Warm moisture clinging to mud; like the vise like grip of a mother,
Blended profusely with an agglomerate of loose stone and fish shell,
Perspiring voraciously in the sweltering heat of the stringent day,
Loads of contaminated debris neatly aligning its periphery,
Frigid particles of soil flying high and handsome in violent puffs of wind,
Rustic chameleons slithering harmlessly past rotund rocks settled in the clay,
Finely crushed sand glittering like an opalescent mirror in the flaming Sun,
Multi legged roots of the uprooted tree; lying obsolete amidst a mountain of earth,
The conglomerate of golden sand shimmered magnanimously in the hostile beams of Sun.

A plethora of earth worms tickled intricate zones of my ear,
Red ants in clambered up my bare chest; stinging my supple flesh,
There was perennial darkness encapsulating my silhouette,
I breathed heavily in a dense ambience of mud and slippery fossil,
There was no scope for vociferous noise; I barely possessed the power to whisper,
Incessantly blending my hands in the mystical wetness; I tumultuously fantasized about lush green lawns on the pastoral slopes,
Ostentatious palaces of pure sandalwood; fighter jets flying at swashbuckling speeds,
Unrelenting rain pelting down showering solid medallions of glistening gold,
I suddenly felt thoroughly exhausted; parched regions of my throat wailed exorbitantly for cool water,
Infinite hours of sleeping under sand had sapped indispensable energy from
my bones,
Eventually prompting me to dismantle the web of silver granules,
And as I audaciously stepped out in the brilliant light of the moon,
I was a sight to be ludicrously stared at; evoking a volley of incoherent laughter from the pedestrians,
With every arena of my persona being submerged in disdainful coats of mud,
Obnoxious molecules of sand extruding from a battalion of territories in my body.

You might have fearlessly adventured through an infinite enigmatic “Forests” all throughout an infinite resplendent lifetimes of yours; but always remember that the swirl of the unhindered “Forests” would still and forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your impoverished life,

You might have unflinchingly encountered an infinite treacherously lambasting waves of the stormy “Ocean” all throughout an infinite effulgent lifetimes of yours; but always remember that the majesty of the untainted “Oceans” would still and forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your diminutive life,

You might have wholeheartedly replenished and relished an infinite fruits
of “Mother Nature” all throughout an infinite symbiotic lifetimes of yours;
but always remember that the panorama of blissful “Mother Nature” would still and forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your truncated life,

You might have inimitably spoken an infinite pearls of blazing “Truth” all
throughout an infinite triumphant lifetimes of yours; but always remember
that the chapter of unassailable “Truth” would still and forever remain an
infinite times bigger than any form of your infinitesimal life,

You might have royally inhaled an infinite puffs of the synergistic “Atmosphere” all throughout an infinite dazzling lifetimes of yours; but always remember that the enchantment of the tantalizing “Atmosphere” would still and forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your flickering life,

You might have intrepidly walked through an infinite blistering “Fires” all
throughout an infinite enamoring lifetimes of yours; but always remember
that the tenacity of the infallible “Fire” would still and forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your ethereal life,

You might have victoriously played an infinite types of uncanny “Games” all
throughout an infinite iridescent lifetimes of yours; but always remember
that the magnetism of the unfathomable “Game” would still and forever remain
an infinite times bigger than any form of your transient life,

You might have unflinchingly absorbed an infinite rays of Omnipotent “Sunlight” all throughout an infinite bountiful lifetimes of yours; but always remember that the propensity of the Omnipresent “Sunlight” would still and forever an infinite times bigger than any form of your destitute life,

You might have unceasingly assimilated an infinite words of aristocratic
“Language” all throughout an infinite synergistic lifetimes of yours; but
always remember that the richness of fathomless “Language” would still
and forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your slavering
life,
You might have unconquerably stared for an infinite hours into the whiteness
of the “Mirror” all throughout an infinite ebullient lifetimes of yours; but always remember that the candidness of the honest “Mirror” would still and forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your subjugated life,

You might have peerlessly conquered an infinite peaks of the indomitable
“Mountain” all throughout an infinite rhapsodic lifetimes of yours; but always remember that the visage of the invincible “Mountain” would still and forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your molecular life,

You might have fearlessly shed an infinite droplets of priceless “Blood” all
throughout an infinite blessed lifetimes of yours; but always remember that
the compassion of humanitarian “Blood” would still and forever remain an
infinite times bigger than any form of your mercurial life,

You might have domineeringly played and slurped at an infinite globules of
crystalline “Water” all throughout an infinite jubilant lifetimes of yours; but always remember that the inevitability of divine “Water” would still and
forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your minuscule life,

You might have majestically whipped through an infinite lanes of untamed
“Wilderness” all throughout an infinite effervescent lifetimes of yours; but
always remember that the inebriation of the ravishing “Wilderness” would
still and forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your parsimonious life,

You might have indefatigably romanced and philandered an infinite moonless
“Nights” all throughout an infinite glorious lifetimes of yours; but always
remember that the stupor of the celestial “Night” would still and forever
remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your miserly life,

You might have been an infinite apostles of insuperable “Peace” all throughout an infinite spell binding lifetimes of yours; but always remember that the magnificence of heavenly “Peace” would still and forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your faltering life,

You might have unquestionably fertilized an infinite “Women” all throughout
an infinite ubiquitous lifetimes of yours; but always remember that the motherhood of Omniscient “Women” would still and forever remain an
infinite times bigger than any form of your extinguishing life,

You might have effortlessly tolerated an infinite cisterns of glistening
“Sweat” all throughout an infinite lifetimes of yours; but always remember
that the fragrance of righteously persevering “Sweat” would still and forever remain an infinite times bigger than any form of your obsolete life,

And you might have uninhibitedly romanced an infinite Immortal “Heartbeats”
all throughout an infinite undaunted lifetimes of yours; but always remember
that the fervor of the Godly “Heartbeat” would still and forever remain and
infinite times bigger than any form of your destined life.