Money
You could metamorphose into an impeccable saint; and then incessantly castigate it; for its salaciously treacherous and hideously ungainly intent,
You could step into the shoes of an immaculate angel; and then indefatigably rebuke it; for corrupting the fabric of the celestially blissful atmosphere,
You could transform into a bountifully blessing cloud; and then irascibly condemn it; for its baseless proportions of abhorrently stinking malice,
You could wholesomely blend with harmonious goodness; and then unrelentingly pulverize it; for its heinously malicious waves of insidious remorsefulness,
You could uplift your soul to the bountifully everlasting heavens; and then relentlessly ostracize it; for its lecherously vindictive swirl; that perfidiously infiltrated the fabric of innocuous humanity,
You could catapult to the summit of patriotically blazing freedom; and then unrelentingly abuse it; for its spell of disdainfully abominable commercialism and
horrifically ghastly captivity,
You could blissfully traverse on a blanket of unequivocally scintillating pearls; and then unstoppably slander it; for being a pertinently perilous insect; satanically sucking blood from all living beings,
You could embellish yourself with flames of stupendously unassailable honesty; and then timelessly decimate it; for its waves of discordantly unwarranted prejudice,
You could reach the corridors of rhapsodically eternal paradise; and then intractably slash at it; for it being an intolerable impediment; that traumatically poisoned one and all; in their way to holistic righteousness,
You could drown yourself in the winds of enchantingly sensuous melody; and then ruthlessly crucify it; for its nonchalantly monotonous caress of the; radiantly blooming society,
You could become a fulminating ray of dazzling Sunshine; and then tirelessly exonerate it with your candid voice; for not functioning according to the principles
of the; Almighty divine,
You could transcend beyond the realms of benign goodness; and then unsparingly whip it; for diffusing a path of murderous war; all across God's most ravishingly splendid continent,
You could dance in the aisles of marvelous empathy; and then savagely shoot it; for lethally disobeying the ideals of symbiotic existence; diffusing vindictive hatred in the hearts of one and all; alike,
You could chant the most sacred mantras on this Universe; and then unflinchingly squelch upon it; for its merciless ways of leading life; for the sinister darkness of ill will that it instilled in passionately palpitating hearts,
You could synergistically epitomize all resplendently beautiful on this colossal planet; and then tyrannically distort it; for being so brutal on all those innocuously wandering; under the carpet of heavenly life,
You could bask ingratiatingly in the glory of profoundly impeccable moonlight; and then intransigently demolish it; for its icicles of cowardliness; that degraded the existence of every organism alive,
You could intrepidly clamber up the slopes of exhilarating adventure; and then fearlessly bang it; for its stench of surreptitious badness; acridly pilfering into the lives of innocuous mankind,
And do what you could; rebuke it; perennially annihilate it; diabolically spit on its cacophonically bereaved soul; excoriate it apart into an infinite pieces,
But you knew as much as I did today; that it was the cardinal reason of our existence; with the rest of the planet following us unequivocally on the same footsteps,
For all those who proclaimed that they were fathomless miles away from it; still indispensably needed it; as every speck of luxuriously opulent cloth on their
bodies; every bit of resplendently replenishing meal in their famished stomachs; every bit of bullet proof roof sequestering their heads; was partly due to it; such was the power of hateful; yet pacifying money.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 08, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Characters | 3,874 |
Words | 580 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2 |
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