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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dont mess with love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with lies; it would hedonistically<br>massacre you with its fangs of vindictively flagrant<br>prejudice, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the scorpion; it would so<br>ballistically permeate its venomously curled tail into<br>your nimble flesh; that you’d never be able to raise<br>your hindside, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the Sun; it would burn you to<br>infinitesimal moles of inane ash; which wouldn’t be<br>accepted even by the land of disastrously disappearing<br>oblivion, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the Shark; it would pulverize every<br>element of your countenance to such a pulverized<br>chowder; that wouldn’t be visible with even the most<br>contemporarily high powered telescope, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the avalanche; it would treacherously<br>bury you an infinite feet beneath your corpse; a place<br>so scurrilously asphyxiating beneath the earth; where<br>even darkness dreaded to dare, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with obsession; it would maniacally frazzle<br>every sensuously sensitive vein of your persona; <br>reduce you to such a bundle of delirious<br>meaninglessness that even the coffins of hell would<br>blatantly refuse, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the ghost; it would wretchedly jinx<br>you beyond the comprehensions of infinite infinity; <br>torturing you to such an extent; that you vomited raw<br>blood everytime you witnessed the contours of your<br>face, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the storm; it would inexhaustibly<br>lambaste you against cold-blooded stone; till the time<br>your bones felt that wholesomely gruesome extinction<br>was a better alternative instead, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the knife; it would slice you into so<br>many unsparing countless bits; that even the most<br>hideously barbaric vultures would find it bizarrely<br>gory to digest, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the lion; it wouldn’t given you even<br>the most evanescent chance to fulfill your last wish; <br>before it gobbled you like a robust mosquito for its<br>afternoon lunch, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with corruption; it would make every step<br>of your blissfully resplendent existence; more<br>egregiously strangulating than the werewolves of<br>ghoulishly satanic hell, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the vampish seductress; she would<br>firstly tantalize you to realms beyond supremely<br>ecstatic paradise; only to mercilessly excoriate apart<br>every bit of your skin; for stitching her<br>compassionate night-coat, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the gallows; they would<br>surreptitiously creep upon you in your celestially<br>contented slumber; to make it nefariously and<br>irretrievably permanent, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the bat; it would so barbarously pluck<br>the whites and blacks of your beautiful eyes; that<br>your face would dissolve into laconically<br>inconspicuous space for times immemorial, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with the mirage; it would satiate the<br>chords of your agonizingly charred throat till beyond<br>eternal eternity; before eventually making you lick<br>granules of dry sand with acidulous thorns embedded<br>inside; instead, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with lightening; it would numb the<br>quintessential nexus of your existence to such a<br>threshold; that even the most cannibalistic swords<br>massacring your head would seem to you as a flutter of<br>a seductive eyelash, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with symbiotism; it would sodomize the<br>chapters of your harmonious survival in such a way; <br>that traumatic incarceration would become your sole<br>mantra to whimperingly exist, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t mess with blood; it would abandon you forever in<br>the gutterpipe of ostracizing deceit; beheading you as<br>a lecherously parasitic alien; although you were its<br>cardinally very own, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And don’t mess with love; it would grant you such a<br>diabolical death for betraying and tampering with its<br>insuperably Omnipotent spirit; that life in any form; <br>shape or fraternity; would never ever in even the most<br>obsolete of birth; accept you once again….</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=550790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Nikhil+Parekh">Nikhil Parekh</a></strong></div>