Analysis of Stop Feeling sorry

If you're perennially smiling; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose innocuous cheeks were inundated with nothing else; but an unsurpassable whirlpool
of tears,

If you're blazingly intrepid; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose uncontrollably quavered at even the most inconspicuous whisper of
the evanescently cowardly wind,

If you're stupendously white; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose skins were jinxed with a color; more acrimoniously blacker than the most
pathetically blackened of charcoal,

If you're bountifully virile; don't feel sorry  at all for all those who couldn't proliferate into even a mercurial shadow of their own; even in the most astoundingly pristine of their youth,

If you're unbelievably creative; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose brains were in a state of amorphously stony inertia; right since the very first cry of euphorically resplendent birth,

If you're invincibly strong; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose frigid veins disdainfully popped out of their impoverished skins; whose stomachs shriveled into recesses of nothingness forever and ever and ever,

If you're amazingly eclectic; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose robotic footsteps; led them to nowhere else but the most blasphemously delinquent graves of nonsensical monotony,

If you're incomparably wealthy; don't feel sorry at all for all those who spent every unfurling instant of their horrifically dismantled lifetime; within the lecherously incarcerated confines of the parsimonious gutterpipe,

If you're spell bindingly robust; don't feel sorry at all for all those who were afflicted with the most invidiously penalizing of cancer/aids; for whom death was the most inevitably sadistic signature of life,

If you're ebulliently athletic; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose bodies were indescribably maimed; tawdrily thwarted into disparaging oblivion for ostensibly no fault of theirs,

If you're unfathomably sensitive; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose ears weren't anything but jewels without the slightest of luster; as brutal strokes of destiny had limitlessly rendered them stone deaf,

If you're miraculously hawk-eyed; don't feel sorry at all for all those who could sight nothing but a corpse of crucifying blackness infront of their eyes; even under the most Omnipotently brilliant of Sunlight,
If you're mellifluously sweet-tongued; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose tongues blurted nothing but inanely incomprehensible balderdash; as the thorns of decrepit dumbness had stung them right in the center of their spines,

If you're beautifully sculptured; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose faces; inadvertently resembled the most preposterously distorted of dinosaurs,

If you're inevitably magnetic; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose countless zillion efforts; still miserably floundered to entice the heart of even an ethereally insouciant fly,

If you're brilliantly patriotic; don't feel sorry at all for all those who preferred to sell their mother's and souls; instead of mustering the tenacity to take the onslaught of the rampaging devil on their barren chests,

If you're altruistically sacrosanct; don't fell sorry at all for all those who spent almost every unleashing second of their devastated lives; on the ultimate precipices of mental retardation and in a dilapidated mental asylum,

If you're unassailably breathing; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose life was just for the sake of the externally worthless physical form; whose soul had died the most ghastliest of death at the hands of torturous fate; an infinite births ago,

If you're immortally in love; don't feel sorry at all for all those whose beats did quintessentially liberate into the atmosphere like yours; but unfortunately failed to coalesce with the eternally fructifying and ultimate love of their life,

Because. The instant you started to feel the least sorry for all these kind of organisms and countless more hopelessly deprived of their kind; you'd be infact giving them an instantaneous death which would be more gory than the most goriest of death could ever be; a death caused by sympathetic disdain; a death caused by your attitude of crumbling weakness; a death caused by your feeling of sheer helplessness; a death caused by your inability to accept them as blessedly normal entities alive,

Whilst the instant you stopped feeling sorry for them; wholeheartedly embracing them instead; as just one of your blessed kind; the instant you selflessly reached out to even the most infinitesimal aspect of theirs; the instant you tried and did your very best for them blending each of your gregarious breath with theirs; that very instant and by the grace of God; you'd not only be attaining the most supreme epitome of divinity; but commencing upon an expedition united with them; to exist as the most pricelessly unconquerable form of celestial living kind.