1. ETERNAL CREATION
The Parent’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to the child; but to
irrefutably ensure that the infant was nourished with their breath and
blood till the time it could unflinchingly fend for its symbiotic survival;
was what the Almighty Creator had
eternally created them for,
The Sun’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to light; but to irrefutably
ensure that the rays optimistically enlightened even the most
infinitesimally lugubrious cranny of remorsefully cloistered earth; was what
the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,
The Rose’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to fragrance; but to
irrefutably ensure that the majestic resplendence ebulliently blossomed
into the lives of countless haplessly beleaguered and bereaved; was what
the Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,
The Peak’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to victory; but to irrefutably
ensure that the royal triumph peerlessly massacred even the most ethereal
iota of devilishness form this Universe; was what the Almighty Creator
had eternally created it for,
Nature’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to newness; but to irrefutably
ensure that the evolution metamorphosed every bit of egregiously
stagnating ghoulishness into a sky of rhapsodic freshness; was what the
Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,
The Cloud’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to rain; but to irrefutably
ensure that the water stupendously ignited vivaciously iridescent life in
every ingredient of hopelessly dying soil; was what the Almighty Creator
had eternally created it for,
The Conscience’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to truth; but to
irrefutably ensure that the righteousness insuperably conquered every trace
of diabolical lies on earth and the atmosphere; was what the Almighty
Creator had eternally created it for,
The Ocean’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to salt; but to irrefutably
ensure that the tanginess wonderfully illuminated every treacherously
spiceles and deliriously lackadaisical moment of life; was what the
Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,
2. The Poet’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to fantasy; but to irrefutably
ensure that the dream spellbindingly impregnates the winds of
Omnipotent romance into monotonously monstrous robots; was what
the Almighty Creator had eternally created him for,
The Lip’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to smiles; but to irrefutably
ensure that the happiness altruistically perpetually perpetuates into every
dwelling incarcerated in chains of murderous gloom; was what the
Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,
The Rainbow’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to vividness; but to
irrefutably ensure that the color timelessly enshrouded every gruesomely
befriended orphan; miserably deteriorating on the globe; was what the
Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,
The Shadow’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to tranquility; but to
irrefutably ensure that the peacefulness granted celestial reprieve to every
bizarrely estranged soul squandering on this Universe; was what the
Almighty Creator had eternally created it for,
The philanthropist’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to unity; but to
irrefutably ensure that the oneness miraculously coalesced every spuriously
staggering and cold-bloodedly fighting caste; creed and tribe into the
unassailable religion of humanity; was what the Almighty Creator had
eternally created him for,
The wind’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to freedom; but to
irrefutably ensure that the liberation unequivocally freed every element of
torturously enslaved earth till times immemorial; was what the Almighty
Creator had created it for,
The night’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to sensuality; but to
irrefutably ensure that the passion brilliantly transformed every speck of
infertility into the chapters of everlastingly Omniscient procreation; was
what the Almighty Creator had created it for,
The eyelash’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to flirtation; but to
irrefutably ensure that the mischief serenely catapulted every fretfully
frenetic organism into realms of impeccable childhood; was what the
Almighty Creator had created it for,
The soldiers job just doesn’t end at giving birth to martyrdom; but to
irrefutably ensure that the valor to timelessly serve the mothersoil;
3. throbbed fearlessly in every chest; even centuries after his veritable death;
was what the Almighty Creator had created him for,
The breath’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to life; but to irrefutably
ensure that the exultation inexhaustibly transcended over; even the most
inane anecdote of baseless corruption and demeaning death; was what the
Almighty Creator had created it for,
And the heart’s job just doesn’t end at giving birth to Love; but to
irrefutably ensure that the compassionate togetherness tirelessly bonded
the entire planet into a paradise of Omnipresently unshakable strength;
was what the Almighty Creator had created it for
