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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.