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IF YOU REALLY FELT SORRY

Dont just repeat POVERTY tirelessly and then feel remorseful;


pathetically nodding your head; as if the most unassailable
messiah of bereaved humanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then
vanquish it forever from its very non-existent roots; and from
even the most infinitesimal corner of the pompously rigid society.
Dont just spell POVERTY incessantly and then feel regretful;
lugubriously crossing your fingers; as if all mercy had
wholesomely disappeared from the trajectory of this colossal
planet,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then
unflinchingly surge forward to scrap even the most
inconspicuous of its essence from this fathomless Universe;
philanthropically mitigate all organism alive from its devastating
stranglehold.
Dont just visualize POVERTY indefatigably and then feel
destroyed; uncontrollably wailing like a scarecrow umpteenth
number of times in a single minute,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then
extricate it for times immemorial with the sparkling
righteousness in your soul; enveloping even the most fugitively
capricious speck of this globe with a wave of eternally
resplendent compassion.
Dont just witness POVERTY intransigently and then feel
gruesomely assassinated; nonchalantly sniffing your nose
towards the heavens to put the entire blame upon Lord Almighty,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then
behead it for infinite more births yet to unveil with the religion
of humanity enshrouding your conscience; ubiquitously
disseminate your happiness to all those unfortunately hapless
and deprived.
Dont just whisper POVERTY unrelentingly and then feel like
threadbare shit; abominably puking out even the last morsel of
food from your languidly churning
stomach,

If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then drive
it away with the Omnisciently sacrosanct shadow of truth;
ingratiatingly share the woes and overwhelming trauma of your
counterparts and alien; beautifully alike.
Dont just memorize the spelling of POVERTY incorrigibly to
appear for the examinations; and then feel like an infinitesimally
sinful debris of ghoulish insanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then
perpetually substitute it with benign love and care; inundating
each arena of this insurmountably gigantic Universe with an
ocean of celestially humanitarian empathy.
Dont just reminisce POVERTY insatiably and then feel
exonerated; collapsing like a frigid matchstick towards obdurate
ground; with your head timidly sunk like a dastardly rat between
your legs,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then
patriotically blaze ahead in the truly scintillating spirit of
mankind; diffusing the melody of symbiotic existence on every
step that you holistically transgressed.
Dont just cry POVERTY endlessly and then feel like the demons
rotting in coffins of crucified hell; eventually dissolving like a
chunk of soggy pulp into your own disappearing shadow,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then hoist
every uncouthly trembling entity upon your splendidly
benevolent shoulders; Omnipotently enveloping the every trace
of coldblooded savagery with the ointment of passionate love.
And dont just write POVERTY timelessly and then feel like the
most hapless livid entity alive; trying to mercilessly chop your
own foot when infact there wasnt the slightest trace of axe
around,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your heart; then
replenish its penuriously castigating grave with an unfathomable
river of love; enlightening the life of every despicably
beleaguered human with the rays of Godly mankind.