Analysis of Q & a

If there was the devil of torturously asphyxiating death right infront and
behind my back; insidiously waiting to horrifically choke me till my very last cupful
of breath,
If there was the devil of truculently penalizing death right on top and beneath my silhouette; diabolically waiting to bury me an infinite feet beneath my cadaverously satanic grave,
If there was the devil of gruesomely charring death at each corner towards my left and trembling right; intransigently waiting to devour every robust bone of my countenance,
If there was the devil of perpetually silent death at every construable cranny of the atmosphere that I cast my innocuous eyes towards; ominously waiting to cold-bloodedly demolish even the most inconspicuous trace of my holistic existence,
Q= Then you'd be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I  gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I'd tirelessly march forward in my mission to beautifully converge all spurious fraternities of religion into the religion of unassailable humanity; as it simply wasn't in the hands of the hedonistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

If there was the devil of vindictively stabbing death right infront and behind my eyes; relentlessly waiting to snap every conceivable fang of my harmonious survival,
If there was the devil of amorphously dastardly death right on top and beneath my shadow; intractably waiting to poison every shade of my synergistic life with the  venom of unfathomably sinful hatred,
If there was the devil of parasitically pulverizing death at each corner towards my left and nimble right; sadistically waiting to crucify me to frigidly deadened ash the instant I alighted even a single foot,
If there was the devil of lecherously lambasting death in every perceivable gallery of the atmosphere on which I symbiotically floated; heartlessly waiting to incarcerate every element of triumphant happiness in my soul; in the gallows of murderously sinister hell,
Q= Then you'd be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I  gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I'd inexhaustibly march forward to wonderfully mitigate every echelon of brutally estranged humanity; as it simply wasn't in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

If there was the devil of bizarrely bludgeoning death right infront and behind my countenance; mercilessly waiting to horribly crunch me like limp meat; the next time when the pangs of hunger arose in his deliriously threadbare stomach,
If there was the devil of tawdrily indiscriminate death right on top and beneath my heart; irrevocably waiting to devastate every of its beats into sleazily obfuscated nothingness; the instant it bonded with the true love of its life,
If there was the devil of scurrilously decrepit death at each corner towards the left and right of my diminutive persona; frenetically waiting to demonically slit the soft skin of my throat; to mollify the itching of his uncouthly slandering nails,
If there was the devil of egregiously slaining death in every ingredient of the atmosphere which I majestically caressed; inconsolably waiting to roast
my delightfully supple skin at the crackle of traumatically usurping midnight,
Q= Then you'd be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I  gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I'd unstoppably march forward to coalesce
my soul with the fragrance of perennially proliferating living kind; as it simply wasn't in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe.

If there was the devil of vengefully ribald death right infront and behind my chest; flagrantly waiting to extricate the last droplet of scarlet blood from my poignant veins; to take his treacherously routine morning bath,
If there was the devil of ghastily stoning death right on top and beneath my
feet; gorily wanting to feast his eyes on an infinite elements of my caricature; being ruthlessly excoriated by the unsparingly hideous vultures,
If there was the devil of traumatically terrorizing death at each corner towards my left and humble right; raunchily waiting to dissolve me into the coffin of nothingness; everytime I reached the pinnacle of egalitarian bliss,
If there was the devil of ignominiously maiming death in every puff of air that I inhaled into the jacket of my quintessential lungs; endlessly waiting to puncture every trifle of my body with a mortuary of infinite blood-stained thorns,
Q= Then you'd be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do
shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I  gallop and go ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I'd unflinchingly march forward diffusing
the essence of live and royally let live to the farthest corner of this Universe; as it simply wasn't in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me life or death; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this
fathomless globe.