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I really wouldn't mind it the slightest even if the entire planet fathomless and unfathomably majestic; uncouthly scowled at me; disparagingly disapproving
the most celestial of my impeccable gestures,
If you smiled at me just an infinitesimal trifle; triggering untamed fireballs of optimistic desire; in my mind; body and devastatingly dithering spirit.
I really wouldn't mind it the slightest even if the entire planet gregarious and resplendently bountiful; treacherously plotted against me; to vindictively
incarcerate me in; webs of diabolical depravation and manipulative malice,
If you just stood unflinchingly for a minute by my side in brilliantly flamboyant light as well as remorsefully ghastly darkness; transpiring me to metamorphose every wish of my impoverished heart; into an impregnably eternal reality.
I really wouldn't mind it the slightest even if the entire planet boundless and stupendously magical; barbarically nailed me to my morbidly morose grave;
although I rhapsodically galloped forward; in the vibrantly pristine prime of life,
If you just caressed me tenderly on my forehead with your miraculously fragrant palms; propelling me to soar above the clouds of philanthropic fantasy for
times immemorial; take a countless more births amidst benign mankind; in this single lifetime of mine.
I really wouldn't mind it the slightest even if the entire planet ravishing and intriguingly fathomless; didn't crown me with a single accolade; brutally
condemning and castigating me; for the most priceless piece of art that diffused from my poignant veins,
If you just said "Well Done" from your invincibly Omnipotent mouth; making me feel the most irrefutably opulent man alive; with all assimilated richness
lingering on this planet; blissfully descending over each of my disastrously despicable senses.
I really wouldn't mind it the slightest even if the entire planet timeless and marvelously fabulous; ruthlessly kicked me to realms of deplorably nonchalant submission; relentlessly making me lick nothing but threadbare mountains of dirt; from rotting soil,
If you just gave me an inconspicuous iota of space in your divine lap; not only pacifying my tyrannized agony of a countless years; but perpetually ensuring
that I unequivocally mitigated the suffering; of all inexplicably shivering mankind.
I really wouldn't mind it the slightest even if the entire planet boundless and ingratiatingly glorious; satanically spat on my debilitated countenance; worse
than a vulture excoriating apart its gruesomely stinking carrion,
If you bequeathed upon me the honor; of feeling just your single breath; which instantaneously transited me into an unconquerably euphoric slumber; making me
wholesomely oblivious to the unsurpassably sinister vagaries; of the commercial world outside.
I really wouldn't mind it the slightest even if the entire planet infinite and voluptuously majestic; mercilessly stole all my incomprehensible ocean of
fantastic dreams; drowning me insidiously into a hurricane of despondently conventional rules and regulations,
If you just winked for an instant with your Omnisciently beautiful eyelids; ebulliently transiting me back into realms of impeccable childhood; when uninhibitedly philandered and frolicked; in the divinely warmth of my only goddess; who was my royal mother.
I really wouldn't mind it the slightest even if the entire planet perpetual and grandiloquently everlasting; parasitically sucked the last iota of blood from my body; and then left me to die in a dungeon of menacing scorpions; while they rejoiced in
crimson wine and vixen; merrily outside,
If you kissed me just once with your Omnipresently sacred lips; which annihilated the very essence of obsolete sorrow and crippling misery; forever from the chapter of my painstakingly staggering life.
And I really wouldn't mind it the slightest even if the entire planet twinkling and ecstatically gigantic; hated and treated me worse than they could treat their
own shit; ominously pulverizing every innocuously benign deed of mine; with bizarre swords of heinous prejudice,
If you just gave me a single heartbeat of your immortally palpitating and enchantingly sacrosanct heart; blessing me with unassailable virtue of shedding my life tirelessly for my immaculately afflicted comrades; and yet towering tall from the ashes; as exuberantly bouncing; and BLESSEDLY ALIVE.
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