There was medicine available to kill the hideously parasitic rats; savagely corrupting the robust pile of salubriously sparkling apples,
But the only panacea to wholesomely decimate treacherous terrorism from its very non-existent roots; was immortally united harmony.
There was medicine available to kill the ominously slithering reptile; trying to invidiously infiltrate its lethal fangs into delectable curtains of impeccable flesh,
But the only panacea to wholesomely massacre the web of ghastly lies from every quarter of this planet; was unflinchingly irrefutable truth.
There was medicine available to kill the flurry of obnoxious termites; disdainfully crawling upon immaculately shimmering wood,
But the only panacea to wholesomely annihilate malicious prejudice from insidiously dilapidated hearts; was the ocean of perennially uninhibited sharing.
There was medicine available to kill the mountain of devastating ants; capitalizing on every opportunity to pertinently suck and feast on gloriously radiant blood,
But the only panacea to wholesomely assassinate monotonous manipulation from the lecherous society; was the unfathomable fortress of compassionate belonging.
There was medicine available to kill dogs on the road; diffusing the deadly germs of rabies in every innocent pedestrian wandering around,
But the only panacea to wholesomely scrap barbaric bloodshed and indiscriminate racializm; was the irrefutably everlasting religion of humanity.
There was medicine available to kill miserably pathetic dysentery; metamorphose overwhelmingly drained bodies into one with sparkling charm and astounding charisma,
But the only panacea available to wholesomely slaughter senselessly orphaned greed; was the ointment of perpetually wholehearted and unequivocal acceptance.
There was medicine available to kill the savagely diabolical vultures; perniciously trying to pluck out immaculately glistening eyes,
But the only panacea available to wholesomely destroy traitors from the complexion of soil; was the intrepidly flamboyant spirit of eternal bravery.
There was medicine available to kill the abominably repelling cockroaches; loitering in countless numbers beside the sullen lavatory seat,
But the only panacea to wholesomely swipe ungainly death forever from this colossal Universe; was vivaciously Omnipotent and sacred life.
And there was medicine available to kill the irascibly hovering mosquito; infuriatingly disrupting celestially delightful snores of; ravishing nocturnal sleep,
But the only panacea to wholesomely finish horrifically crippling betrayal from poisoned souls; was the cloudburst of impregnably IMMORTAL LOVE.
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