The document poses a series of rhetorical questions suggesting that harming or destroying essential aspects of life will not allow one to still expect life to continue or thrive. It questions whether one could remove things like warriors, seeds, parents, light, air, love and still expect freedom, prosperity, sight, life or survival. The questions highlight how aspects like compassion, life, love, truth, creativity are interconnected and removing any of them would not allow for continued thriving or existence.

1. AND STILL EXPECT
Could you disastrously empty the sky of its voluptuously crimson clouds; and still
expect it to torrentially shower bountifully blissful droplets of sparkling rain ?
Could you ruthlessly extricate the battlefield of its valiantly patriotic warriors; and still
expect it to bring scintillatingly triumphant freedom for its sacrosanct motherland ?
Could you barbarically pulverize the petals of the gorgeously imperial lotus; and still
expect it to fulminate into a river of unfathomably enchanting scent ?
Could you unabashedly strip the regale Sun of its flamboyantly sizzling rays; and still
expect it to profoundly dazzle into an ocean of unassailably beautiful shine ?
Could you murderously evict the earth of even the most infinitesimal of seed; and still
expect it to salubriously glisten and blossom into the aisles of optimistically
burgeoning prosperity ?
Could you cold-bloodedly snap the wings of the boisterously soaring bird; and still
expect it to exuberantly zip forward in cocoons of jubilantly azure sky and tirelessly
fly high ?
Could you treacherously evaporate every ounce of water in the limitless oceans; and
still expect them to ravishingly undulate into ecstatic waves of rejuvenatingly
thunderous froth ?
Could you devastatingly bury the glittering diamond infinite feet beneath drearily
threadbare mud; and still expect it to unceasingly radiate into a fountain of
mesmerizing golden glimmer ?
Could you mercilessly thrash the poignantly intricate spinal chord of the infant; and
still expect it to unflinchingly gallop towards the skies of eternally triumphant
freedom ?
Could you preposterously chop the rosy stub of tongue in the mouth; and still expect
it to unfurl into the most melodiously spell binding tunes of vivacious existence ?
Could you savagely bombard the silken web into a countless incongruously
debilitating pieces; and still expect the spider to merrily bounce in the corridors
of insatiably uncontrollable ebullience ?
Could you horrendously kill both the celestially compassionate parents; and still
expect the child to timelessly bloom and invincibly smile ?

2. Could you treacherously inundate the entire dwelling with acrimoniously jejune and
prejudiced cockroaches; and still expect the rainbows of irrefutable truth to
unconquerable enlighten; even after the very end of veritable time ?
Could you diabolically suck every iota of blood from the harmonious body; and still
expect it to intrepidly confront every impediment that vindictively confronted
it in its way ?
Could you devilishly maraud the resplendently impeccable whites; and still expect the
eye to diffuse effulgent empathy; vividly sight beyond the contours of beauty and
satiny graciousness ?
Could you viciously pluck even the most diminutive blade of grass from the
everlasting meadow; and still expect the cows to innocuous graze; romantically
philander and exude into cisterns of immaculately divine milk ?
Could you lay a gory battalion of blood-coated thorns in even the most ephemeral of
his path; and still expect the traveler to dance in the winds of perennial exuberance
for times immemorial ?
Could you ruthlessly lambaste the stomach with whiplashes of bizarre emaciation;
and still expect it to indefatigably languish in the entrenchment of gorgeously blessed
replenishment ?
Could you crudely lynch a harmlessly symbiotic organism; and still expect it to
holistically proliferate countless more of its kind; continue God’s chapter of
Omnipotent creation till its very last breath ?
Could you truculently destroy the impregnable foundations of the towering edifice;
and still expect that it relentlessly blazed as the most handsomely highest peak
towards; regally crystalline sky ?
Could you lasciviously deluge the nimbly placid atmosphere with sleazily tantalizing
seductresses; and still expect the impressions of glorious righteousness to reign
supreme; on every step that you resolutely tread ?
Could you dictatorially assassinate every trace of stringent light; and still expect the
pathetically destitute to find the needle from the incomprehensibly colossal
haystack ?
Could you deliberately constipate every glorious constituent of your body; and still
expect to mitigate every fraternity of tumultuously bereaved mankind ?

3. Could you indiscriminately devour an unsurpassable bucket of ghastly needles; and
still expect an aura of unparalleled serenity to linger across your persona; for decades
limitless more to come ?
Could you heinously masticate the one eyed vultures egg; and still expect the bird to
bless you with all marvelously scintillating richness of philanthropically magnanimous
life ?
Could you insanely nail the silken ears with criminally torching iron bars; and still
expect them to effusively decipher even the most mercurial trace of non-existent
sound ?
Could you grow a desert of penalizingly serrated cactus in your backyard; and still
expect to witness exotically pristine angels to spawn at even the most evanescent
unveiling of ingratiatingly velvety dawn ?
Could you lethally maim the legs of the withering old man; and still expect him to
victoriously transcend past the barriers of the 1000 M; marathon race ?
Could you baselessly terrorize the sordidly trembling and orphaned urchin; and still
expect fireballs of inexorably unending love to euphorically leap from every
conceivable element of his hapless countenance ?
Could you ominously shatter the mirror into boundless bits of obsolete fragments;
and still expect it to irrevocably portray the most candid reflection that darted from
your dastardly persona ?
Could you unimaginably cut all fingers with the nondescript farmaxe; and still expect
the palm to unravel every unleashing instant of the day; into an compassionately
overflowing barrage of stupendously raw artistry ?
Could you wildly run without a cloth on your body abreast the busy traffic street; and
still expect the most eclectic accolades of civilized culture to be bestowed upon you;
till the earth lived and countless births beyond your time ?
Could you vanquish every compassionate draught of air that cascaded from the
nostril; and still expect the heavens of passionately pulsating life to flower into
the mists of fantastically unending desire ?
And Could you tyrannically strip life of the immortal love it throbbed every minute
for; and still expect it to become the most pricelessly prosperous; aristocratically rise
above every other entity on this gargantuan Universe and ardently survive ?