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Embrace unconquerable life

Suicide; is a ghastily lingering spirit between
resplendently sparkling heaven and diabolically
ghastly hell,

Suicide; is the most desperately hedonistic crime
committed against every conceivable fraternity of all
mankind,

Suicide; is the most truculently unforgivable outburst
of any organism; murderously imperiling the crux of
symbiotically mesmerizing existence,

Suicide; is a ghoulishly amorphous abode; without the
most infinitesimal trace of doors; windows and
robustly functioning entities,

Suicide; is an indescribably treacherous venom; which
brutally asphyxiates the impoverished ghost; even
after the wholesome end of priceless life,

Suicide; is the most preposterously scurrilous corpse
that incarcerated you from all sides; morbidly
dampening every quintessential iota of your blood,

Suicide; is the most luridly mortifying death that an
entity could ever undergo; ensuring that he
indefatigably suffocated in diminutive lidfulls of
water while the other world danced; everytime it was
born,

Suicide; is the most ultimate curse of the devil upon
every civilization; religion and tribe; afflicting the
fabric of society like an uncontrollably lambasting
tumor; which simply had no end,

Suicide; is perniciously sinister balderdash; the most
incongruously distorted and heartlessly inclement
fantasy; that the stinking pigs could ever construe,

Suicide; is a coffin of disparagingly bludgeoning
solitude; a measly quavering insect being blown away
into the aisles of nothingness; at even the most
mercurial draught of infidel wind,

Suicide; is a salaciously jinxed witch casting her
spell of unsurpassable doom; even upon the most
blissfully gratifying of destinies,

Suicide; is a vindictively hollow and lecherously
gawky edifice; baselessly wavering towards the gallows
of emptiness; without the most infinitesimal of
foundations,

Suicide; is an inexplicably cancerous sorrow that
gruesomely crucifies your soul; disdainfully maiming
you on every step; for infinite more births of yours
yet to unveil,

Suicide; is a flagrantly whipping extinction that had
not the tiniest chance to ebulliently revive;
stagnating in the prisons of torturously bleeding
hell,

Suicide; is a flaccidly corpulent mosquito
parasitically sucking blood every single day of its
life; heartily preferring to sleep on a lavatory of
derogatory shit; abrogating the most majestic of
silken delights,

Suicide; is a chain of fanatically unpardonable
misery; which perilously dries up every trace of
mellifluously golden voice,

Suicide; is the most prurient caricature of vibrantly
ecstatic life; slithering like an obnoxiously infected
worm; in the junkyards of dissolutely demonic
dilapidation,

Suicide; is dreadfully sinful abnegating of breath
without the Lord’s consent; a misdeed which even his
Omnisciently magnanimous grace; could never ever
condone,

Suicide is a tunnel of blindness without any end;
Suicide is the most punitive betrayal of truth;
desire; dream and immortal love; Suicide is an
unrelentingly bloodstained night which inconsolably
cries,

Therefore massacre the very thought before it
transcends you to commit forlorn suicide O! Man; and
instead embrace timeless sensuality; instead embrace
enchanting beauty; instead embrace unconquerable
life….

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