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  Life is a blazing Sun; the more unflinchingly you stare at it; the more it magnanimously bequeaths upon you the tenacity; to surge relentlessly forward

  towards your philanthropically divine goals,

  Life is a tingling dewdrop; the more bountifully you caress it; the more it enshrouds every element of your disastrously dwindling persona; with majestically tranquil compassion,

  Life is a resplendent star; the more uninhibitedly you let it in your dwelling; the more it wholesomely infiltrates your ghastily bereaved conscience; with innocuously twinkling beams of sacrosanct light,

  Life is an exhilarating adventure; the more poignantly you pursue it; the more it enthrallingly perpetuates into each of your brutally extinguishing nerves; to unconquerably metamorphose them into the boundaries of spell binding paradise,

  Life is an exotic waterfall; the more fervently you bathe in it; the more it astoundingly washes each of your inadvertently committed sin’s; maneuvering you towards the path of everlasting prosperity,

  Life is a true story; the more passionately you engross in it; the more it romantically titillates each aspect of your insidiously dithering existence; with its insurmountably ingratiating melody,

  Life is an Omnipotent form; the more devoutly you respect it; the more it uninhibitedly blesses every aspect of your survival; miraculously transforming all

  your traumatized anguish; into a fountain of perennially sparkling happiness,

  Life is an Omniscient elixir; the more tenaciously you drink it; the more it handsomely relieves you of even the most infinitesimal of your tensions; indefatigably

  propelling you to fantasize like a prince,

  Life is an enchanting dream; the more unfathomably you perceive it; the more it blissfully it placates all your savagely manipulative apprehensions; engenders

  you to astonishingly procreate a countless more brilliantly victorious tomorrow’s,

  Life is a melodious song; the more you patriotically sing it; the more it bestows you with the Herculean tenacity; to wholesomely free your atrociously besieged; and sacred motherland,

  Life is an unassailable fortress; the more you vehemently respect it; the more it perpetually sequesters you in its Omnipresent belly; nourishes each cranny of your existence with the tonic of radiantly vivacious righteousness,

  Life is a vivid rainbow; the more you profusely absorb it; the more it stupendously inundates your despicably collapsing existence; with an unsurpassable kaleidoscope; of beauty; color; and amiably charming humanity,

  Life is a humanitarian necklace; the more you chivalrously wear it; the more it showers upon your penurious visage all richness of this planet; the pricelessly regale religion of mankind,

  Life is a Divine heaven; the more you tirelessly salute it; the more it benevolently blesses your pathetically withering nostrils; with unsurpassable fireballs of aristocratically exuberant breath,

  And life is a lovebird; the more you ecstatically let it fly; the more it envelops your tyrannically imprisoned heart; with immortal beats of love; love; and only unshakably Godly Love.

  8. ARTISTS VERSUS TYCOONS

  Artists assimilated the vibrantly unfurling beauty of the atmosphere; majestically on the resplendent palette of their lives,

  Tycoons traded the same in the spuriously stinking stock markets; savagely marauding their bountiful fragrance in the web of indescribably salacious savagery.

  Artists inundated vivaciously enamoring color even in the most dolorously deadened entities; spawning a civilization of ravishing sensuousness on even the most obsoletely decaying step that they tread,

  Tycoons ghastily buried live organisms into threadbare mud; erecting castles of their invidiously malicious wealth; upon unfathomably tyrannized blood and skull.

  Artists wonderfully absorbed even the most infinitesimal iota of charismatic voluptuousness from the planet around; eternally making it the ravishing mascara of their philandering eyelashes,

  Tycoons ruthlessly boiled the same in cauldrons of manipulative malice; beheading man and animal barbarically alike; to bombastically toast for their nocturnal delights.

  Artists insurmountably titillated even the coffins of penalizing midnight; with the stupendously enchanting melody in their vividly wandering sounds,

  Tycoons mercilessly invaded every speck of this gloriously palpitating Universe; with the overwhelmingly bizarre cacophony of lecherously crippling monotony.

  Artists fulminated into an unsurpassable ocean of fantasy with every unveiling minute; tantalizing even the most alien mountains of absolution; with their

  beautifully mesmerizing footsteps,

  Tycoons fretted; fumed; made life an irascibly unforgiving hell for every entity around them; after stepping out of the realms of the dastardly superficial office.

  Artists perpetuated a fathomless garden of spell binding fragrance on every single occasion that they exotically kissed mother earth; erupting into the flavor of timeless humanity for times immemorial; and with the consent of the Creator Divine,

  Tycoons tirelessly slithered their way through the gutters of crucifying corruption; asphyxiating the breath of countless innocent; in their quest for reaching the epitome of baselessly empty supremacy.

  Artists treated every organism alive as an unshakably ubiquitous paradise; profoundly saluting the scintillating path of compassionate righteousness in every heart throbbing with enamoring life,

  Tycoons parasitically lambasted the diminutively poor; uxoriously licked the sordid feet of the domineeringly rich; in their never-ending hunger to posses the ludicrously white collar; for a countless more lifetimes.

  Artists irrefutably believed in the sacrosanct cradle of beautiful proliferation; timelessly evolving a township of astoundingly redolent newness in every conceivable direction; that they cast their intoxicating eyes,

  Tycoons deliberately impeded God’s most cherished process of procreation; on the meaningless pretext that their palaces of sleazily glittering gold; would become a trifle too overcrowded.

  And Artists perpetually worshipped nothing else but love; love and perennial love; bonding with its heavenly spirit to immortalize the spirit of ingratiating life on this boundlessly gregarious earth,

  While tycoons insidiously broke hearts like a pack of soggy matchsticks; criminally philosophizing an insipidly emotionless environment; sanctimonious cigar smoke; raunchy vixen and wine; as the only mantra to forever survive.

 

  9. NO OVERTAKING 

  It was intransigently impossible to overtake the Omnipotent Sun; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably overwhelmed by an unfathomable entrenchment of perennially jubilant shine,

  It was intractably impossible to overtake the fathomless ocean; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably outclassed by an unending festoon of undulating waves; thunderously sending me backwards; rollicking towards the cold rocks,

  It was irrevocably impossible to overtake the sensuous clouds; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably overshadowed by a mist of perpetually enthralling and untamed exhilaration,

  It was incorrigibly impossible to overtake the sacrosanct chapters of Creation; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably outnumbered by the infinite rhapsodic cries of fresh birth; that had just unfurled,

  It was unbelievably impossible to overtake the scent of humanitarian goodness; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably engulfed with a cistern of invincibly spell binding righteousness,

  It was immutably impossible to overtake the assiduous unveiling of time; as every step that I took forward; irrefutably perpetuated even the most infinitesimal

  senses of my mind; body and soul with the undeniable spirit of pragmatically precious present,

  It was indefatigably impossible to overtake the township of heavenly mankind; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably overpowered by the unbreakable compassion of philanthropic oneness,

  It was irretrievably impossible to overt
ake the impregnable thread of truth; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably transcended by the insatiably enlightening inferno of unflinching solidarity,

  It was imperceptibly impossible to overtake the bountiful stride of the artist; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably incarcerated in a web of vivaciously everlasting seduction,

  It was indomitably impossible to overtake the eternal sounds of innocence; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably surpassed by a civilization of perennially bestowing and optimistic illumination,

  It was unsalvageably impossible to overtake the absolute zenith of the gargantuan mountain; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably overruled by pricelessly sheer majesty and unassailable superiority,

  It was incomprehensibly impossible to overtake the smile of true friendship; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably encapsulated by a cavern of unendingly benign congeniality,

  It was insurmountably impossible to overtake the inherent impetuousness of boisterously bubbling youth; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably

  mellowed by the flame of ardently ebullient adventure,

  It was indescribably impossible to overtake the walls of symbiotic harmony; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably nonplussed by the marvelous aristocracy of enchantingly blessed existence,

  It was irredeemably impossible to overtake the Godly Mother’s compassion; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably drowned in an unfathomable whirlpool of incessantly burgeoning empathy,

  It was unstoppably impossible to overtake the melody of rain soaked air; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably neutralized by a voluptuously nubile seductress; relentlessly titillating even the heart of my most dolorously deadened night,

  It was unsurpassably impossible to overtake the patriotism of the sacrificing soldier; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably outshone by a sky of stupendously ever-pervading skill and inimitable bravery,

  It was dogmatically impossible to overtake the tunnels of triumphant breath; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably outplayed by the majestically benevolent rhythm of; pristine existence,

  And it was hopelessly impossible to overtake the beats of the poignantly gregarious heart; as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably outdone by a paradise of immortal love; love and priceless love.

   

   

   

   

   

  10. THE CRY OF THE HEART 

  The cry of the lion was majestically thunderous; although it died as the minutes rapidly unveiled; with the stupendous tranquility of the forests taking wholesome control,

  The cry of the clouds was insatiably voluptuous; although it faded after a while; as the Sun Omnipotently enlightened even the most infinitesimal entity in neighboring vicinity,

  The cry of the shark was royally piercing; although it diminished almost as soon as it had come; with the unfathomably undulating wave wholesomely drowning it into an ocean of mesmerizing froth,

  The cry of the eagle was exuberantly aristocratic; although it vanished surreptitiously from the sky in an ethereal flash; as cyclonically untamed maelstroms perpetuated the canvas of the panoramic valley,

  The cry of the nightingale was melodiously enchanting; although it blended with the aisles of nothingness after a while; as the triumphantly trumpeting elephants insatiably marauded the meadows; left; right and rampant center,

  The cry of the gloriously unflinching warrior was supremely ecstatic; although it coalesced with threadbare mud in an ethereal instant; as an unsurpassably unending tirade of pugnacious bombs; brutally plummeted upon him from the enemy camp,

  The cry of the waterfalls was harmoniously enchanting; although it dried up as quickly as flashes of lightening thunder; as the tyranny of the acrimoniously sweltering day evaporated every bit of it; into wisps of obsoletely disappearing oblivion,

  The cry of the bee was boisterously swarming; although it soon mellowed to an inconspicuous trace of its original self; as the scent of the magnanimously everlasting lotus unconquerably enshrouded everything above hard ground,

  The cry of the seductress was ebulliently tantalizing; although it disappeared into the ingredients of nothingness like a trice of a bullet; as the silken magic of the titillating night soon gave way to the hideously monotonous day,

  The cry of the clocktower was stringently meticulous; although it quickly subsided into a corpse of morbid meaninglessness; as the lanky arm struck past the wonderfully reverberating hour,

  The cry of the rainbow was resplendently vivacious; although it fleetingly hid in its shell of sequestered oblivion; as the blanket of poignantly crimson clouds soon took a insurmountably bountiful grip of the fathomless sky,

  The cry of the dewdrops was beautifully exhilarating; although it pathetically evaporated into bits of open space; as soon as the Sun blazed to its domineeringly

  profound radiance in the boundless sky,

  The cry of the leaves was mystically seductive; although it transformed into a diminutively subdued mellow; as the victoriously advancing gusty wind now became a song of charismatic love,

  The cry of the newly born was Omnisciently effusive; although it became a fugitive impression of its ownself; as the years advanced and the web of inevitably insidious commercialism took disgusting control,

  The cry of the brain was fantastically unfathomable and incessantly exploring; although it transited into an inferno of lackadaisical disparagement; as the savagery of uncouth society salaciously overpowered every intricate arena of survival,

  The cry of the conscience was irrefutably honest; although it sporadically manipulated itself every now and again; as existence was of the most quintessentially paramount importance amidst the pack of satanically lecherous wolves,

  The cry of breath was charismatically sensuous; although it veritably finished in limited amounts of unfurling time; as the strokes of destiny eventually had their unavoidably final say,

  But the cry of the heart was immortally unassailable; come what may; passionately shuddering even centuries immemorial after wholesome diminishing of the bodily

  form; perpetually uniting with God’s most pricelessly Omnipotent beats of love.

   

  11. MAKE ME IMMUNE 

  Don’t make me immune to resplendent emotions; but make me irrefutably immune to all those outrageously overruling them; brutally pulverizing them under a carpet of insidious monotony, 

  Don’t make me immune to bountifully captivating beauty; but make me intransigently immune to all those mercilessly marauding and ruthlessly neglecting it, 

  Don’t make me immune to fathomless lands of enchanting grass; but make me incorrigibly immune to all those diabolically spitting and barbarically chopping them,

  Don’t make me immune to undulating waves of the ravishing sea; but make me irrevocably immune to all those derogatorily adulterating and corrupting them with nuclear warfare,

  Don’t make me immune to the astoundingly Omnipotent scent of the gregarious lotus; but make me irretrievably immune to all those uncouthly devastating its stupendous serenity; with their swords of bizarre commercialism,

  Don’t make me immune to the majestically divine rays of the flamboyant Sun; but make me unsurpassably immune to all those lecherously castigating them for their sweltering shine,

  Don’t make me immune to tantalizingly spell binding fantasy; but make me irrevocably immune to all those invidiously massacring it with graveyards of abhorrent prejudice,

  Don’t make me immune to grandiloquently glittering gold coins; but make me intractably immune to all those pompously tossing them; rather than helping

  despicably beleaguered mankind,

  Don’t make me immune to melodiously singing birds; but make me unfathomably immune to all those tyrannically slitting their throats; to spuriously toast for surreptitious nocturnal delights,

  Don’t make me immune t
o the symbiotically harmonious religion of humanity; but make me unprecedentedly immune to all those invidiously infiltrating it with

  pathetically infinitesimal idiosyncrasies of caste; creed and discriminating color,

  Don’t make me immune to unconquerably priceless truth; but make me dogmatically immune to all those satanically degrading it with an acrimoniously fretful battlefield of blatant lies,

  Don’t make me immune to effusively jubilant tears; but make me wholesomely immune to all those who kept relentlessly crying; despite having all the wealth on