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Infront Of
I would always remain disastrously poor; although I had assimilated all unfathomable wealth of this unending Universe; infront of the Omnipotent aura of the bountifully bestowing; Almighty Creator,(0.00 / 0 votes)
I would always remain witheringly weak; although I had accumulated all Herculean power of this colossal planet; infront of the marvelous splendor of the invincibly ever-pervading; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain utterly devastated; although I had blissfully acquired all poignant prosperity of this gigantic earth; infront of the Omnisciently eternal radiance of the unshakable; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain dolorously subjugated; although I had all rhapsodic happiness of this gregarious planet to my credit; infront of the perennially endowing entrenchment; of the gloriously unconquerable; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain as sordid as disdainful charcoal; although I had in my insurmountable repertoire all scents of this magnanimous world; infront of the perpetually stupendous bliss of the miraculously healing; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain enshrouded in prisons of inexplicably bizarre darkness; although I had the most brilliantly ecstatic beams of hope of this entire planet encapsulated in my palms; infront of the majestically Omnipotent light of the everlasting; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain insidiously maimed; although I had symbiotically harbored all opulent goodness of this mesmerizing world; infront of the magically overpowering shadow of the unassailably fascinating; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain despicably morose; although I had gathered all ingratiatingly rhapsodic melody of this boundless Universe; infront of the irrefutably divine illumination of the resplendent; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain horrendously ungainly; although I had truthfully carved a special place for myself on this fathomless earth; infront of the stupendously
supreme tunes of the impregnably towering; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain diminutively ugly; although I had blended with every speck of ebullient beauty on the trajectory of this mystical globe; infront of the unbelievably vibrant kaleidoscope of colors; of the undefeated; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain licking the dust; although I had triumphantly won over every continent on this regally aristocratic Universe; infront of the unsurpassably blossoming form of the royally grandiloquent; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain ludicrously minuscule; although I had reached the ultimate epitome of all glittering heights on this astronomical earth; infront of the astoundingly tireless proliferation of the ubiquitously charismatic; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain devastatingly tyrannized; although I had triumphantly hoisted the flag of my victory over every arena of this colossal world; infront of the handsomely humanitarian religion of the incomprehensibly enamoring; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain mercilessly frigid; although I had unflinchingly won the compassionate warmth of every single soul on this exuberantly blooming planet;
infront of the timeless grace of the wonderfully mesmerizing; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain gruesomely blind; although I had the vision of all on this endless Universe in my tiny fists; infront of the vivaciously Omnipresent blessings of the pristinely poignant; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain vindictively bleeding; although I had in my blood all intransigent tenacity of this limitless globe; infront of the immaculately benign
fragrance of the sagaciously enlightening; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain frantically sleepless; although I had beautifully enveloped every part of my countenance with the tranquility of this boundless world; infront of the unparalleled benevolence of the celestially inimitable; Almighty Creator,
I would always remain infinite kilometers beneath my corpse; although I had the exhilarating air of every organism's lungs incarcerated in my chest; infront of
the impeccably uninhibited stride of the unrelentingly effulgent; Almighty Creator,
And I would always remain ominously plagued by a heart attack; although I had earned the passionate love of the unlimited planet in each of my beats; infront of
the heavenly immortal essence of togetherness of the brilliantly best; Almighty Creator.
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