Don't
Don't enchantingly smile; and then speak of hopelessly diabolical destruction,
Don't vivaciously dance; and then think of life beneath the morbid coffins,
Don't wholeheartedly embrace; and then insidiously plot agains't the lives of orphaned children,
Don't tantalizingly dream; and then talk of being lambasted by commercial whips of manipulative reality,
Don't gallop like an untamed tornado; and then perceive of spending life in eccentrically reclusive seclusion,
Don't sow the seeds of blossoming fertility; and then step into the tunnel of perennially stinking darkness,
Don't immaculately wink; and then behave like an uncouth bartender on the boisterous streets,
Don't uninhibitedly thank; and then pierce a menacing knife into the back of your philanthropic comrades,
Don't melodiously sing; and then infiltrate like a hideous devil; into all sects of the wonderfully impeccable society,
Don't mystically intrigue; and then form an eternal bondage; with monotonously lecherous business tycoons,
Don't ardently pray; and then start to indiscriminately assassinate unsuspecting
civilizations; like diminutive mosquito and inconspicuous prey,
Don't worship your mother; and then satanically devastate tiny infants; from their cozy dwellings and divinely parents,
Don't reside in harmonious solitude; and then disseminate the most treacherously fearful voice; into serene air lingering outside,
Don't sacredly bless; and then devilishly paralyze every organism alive; with your ominously abhorrent spell,
Don't paint beautifully; and then abominably bludgeon and pulverize the panoramic landscape; with your wickedly bohemian feet,
Don't fruitfully evolve; and then blow your decayed breath; polluting the symbiotically functioning planet,
Don't say "I love you"; and then shatter the threads of holy matrimony; of all couples passionately married and alive,
Don't compassionately care; and then rain tumultuously acrid maelstroms of hell; on people breathing and full of exuberant life,
And don't blissfully live; and then blame the Creator for ruining each moment of your crippled life; incessantly think of collapsing into the sinister grave and die.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on September 30, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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