THERE AND THEN ITSELF
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the police; who could vanquish
the devil within instants; if using their firepower and authority; in the most
righteously efficacious manner,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the press; who could bring even
the ghastliest of devil to shame; by the unflinchingly triumphant power of
the pen,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the wrestler; who could easily
pulverize the devil into infinitesimal nothingness; with just a punch of his
unsurpassably muscled arm,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the ocean; which could entirely
drown the devil in whisker lengths of time; towards the most obsolete
depths of treacherously rock-bottom nothingness,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the thorns; who could brutally
rip apart even the goriest of devil into inanely decrepit shreds; by their
mere and pecuniary caress,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the army; who could trample
the devil into non-existent wisps of feckless oblivion; by merely marching
under the blazing Sun; and on the pathways of righteousness,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the dungeons; which could
hopelessly asphyxiate every salacious intention of the devil; into the
maiming blackness of nimble submission,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the tornadoes; which could
nonchalantly sweep back the devil into its indescribably unbearable hell;
within just a singleton gust of strong wind,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the saint; who could render
every element of ribald drudgery in the devil to inconspicuous ash; with
just a single hiss of
his miraculously divine breath,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the magician; who could
perpetuate
the soul of the heartless devil to forever disappear from this bountiful
earth; by simply touching his mystical wand over its deteriorating
contours,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the Sun; who could char even
the most invisible traces of the hideous devil into meaningless chowder; by
simply the power of just one of its Omnipotent morning rays,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the Politician; who could ensure
that the devil rotted lifelong behind morbidly sullen prison bars; by a
simple ring of the phone to his unfathomable jugglery; of astutely
manipulated resources,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the Butcher; who could
eventually render the devil into just a ludicrous assortment of flesh and
bones; lifelessly suspended from the roof of his shop; with just one stroke
of his gigantically gleaming cleaver,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the forests; who could miserably
confound the devil till eternity, within their unendingly painstaking
labyrinths of carnivorously stabbing wilderness,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the night; who could endlessly
blind even an infinite eyes of the marauding devil; with its congenitally
crippling vacuum of sheer Blackness,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the mirages; who could
indefatigably titillate the devil into the mortuaries of imbecile devastation;
thwarting its every cadaverous effort into the realms of penurious
submission,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the graveyard; which could cast
such a paralyzing jinx over the tawdry devil; that it relentlessly slithered all
its life like emotionless feces,
No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching my fathers and forefathers; who
could trash the devil into the corpses of wastrel decay; utilizing their
experience of several hundred years and with the sword of scintillating
truth,
Instead. If I find the devil; raping; tormenting; or doing anything bad to
my mother; whom infact I consider my own country; my own motherland;
I’ll simply kill it/finish it/behead it there and then itself; without prior
intimations/insinuations or justifications given to anywhere on earth; or to
anyone

There And Then Itself

  • 1.
    THERE AND THENITSELF No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the police; who could vanquish the devil within instants; if using their firepower and authority; in the most righteously efficacious manner, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the press; who could bring even the ghastliest of devil to shame; by the unflinchingly triumphant power of the pen, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the wrestler; who could easily pulverize the devil into infinitesimal nothingness; with just a punch of his unsurpassably muscled arm, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the ocean; which could entirely drown the devil in whisker lengths of time; towards the most obsolete depths of treacherously rock-bottom nothingness, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the thorns; who could brutally rip apart even the goriest of devil into inanely decrepit shreds; by their mere and pecuniary caress, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the army; who could trample the devil into non-existent wisps of feckless oblivion; by merely marching under the blazing Sun; and on the pathways of righteousness, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the dungeons; which could hopelessly asphyxiate every salacious intention of the devil; into the maiming blackness of nimble submission, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the tornadoes; which could nonchalantly sweep back the devil into its indescribably unbearable hell; within just a singleton gust of strong wind, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the saint; who could render every element of ribald drudgery in the devil to inconspicuous ash; with just a single hiss of his miraculously divine breath, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the magician; who could perpetuate the soul of the heartless devil to forever disappear from this bountiful earth; by simply touching his mystical wand over its deteriorating contours,
  • 2.
    No. I wouldn’twaste time in approaching the Sun; who could char even the most invisible traces of the hideous devil into meaningless chowder; by simply the power of just one of its Omnipotent morning rays, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the Politician; who could ensure that the devil rotted lifelong behind morbidly sullen prison bars; by a simple ring of the phone to his unfathomable jugglery; of astutely manipulated resources, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the Butcher; who could eventually render the devil into just a ludicrous assortment of flesh and bones; lifelessly suspended from the roof of his shop; with just one stroke of his gigantically gleaming cleaver, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the forests; who could miserably confound the devil till eternity, within their unendingly painstaking labyrinths of carnivorously stabbing wilderness, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the night; who could endlessly blind even an infinite eyes of the marauding devil; with its congenitally crippling vacuum of sheer Blackness, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the mirages; who could indefatigably titillate the devil into the mortuaries of imbecile devastation; thwarting its every cadaverous effort into the realms of penurious submission, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching the graveyard; which could cast such a paralyzing jinx over the tawdry devil; that it relentlessly slithered all its life like emotionless feces, No. I wouldn’t waste time in approaching my fathers and forefathers; who could trash the devil into the corpses of wastrel decay; utilizing their experience of several hundred years and with the sword of scintillating truth, Instead. If I find the devil; raping; tormenting; or doing anything bad to my mother; whom infact I consider my own country; my own motherland; I’ll simply kill it/finish it/behead it there and then itself; without prior intimations/insinuations or justifications given to anywhere on earth; or to anyone