36. THE SILENCE OF DEATH.
A silence. Which torturously maimed every filament of effulgently blissful imagination. Which ensured that there could exist no more spell-binding fantasy;
forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was dreaded even by the greatest of humanitarian saints. Which was the most ghastily penalizing meditation into the corpses of atrociously diabolical hell; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was the most meaninglessly amorphous form of tawdrily asphyxiating emptiness. Which wholeheartedly invited only the salaciously plundering
devil; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was the most indescribably jinxed shit of lies. Which was swarmed with nothing else but irreparably hedonistic disease; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which doomed the most holistically prosperous of civilizations into satanic dust. Which hadn’t the tiniest integrity of its own; being molested and indiscriminately marauded by an infinite devils; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which put a parasitic full stop to every ingredient of perennial love burgeoning in the atmosphere. Which miserably stifled even the most infinitesimal of desire in its very roots; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was ubiquitously loathed by one and all on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe. Which wafted a sacrilegious stench of everything horrendously burnt on this boundless earth; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which perpetuated only an indefinable number of people to hysterically cry. Which hideously evaporated every globule of inimitably priceless sensuality into an oblivion of lugubrious dread; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was more callously disheartening than chewing the most obdurately emotionless cliffs of steel. Which irrefutably proved that the whole world was nothing else but a penuriously disappearing horizon; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was the most unforgivably perverted form of sin on mystical earth. Which inevitably dissolved into an infinite pools of fetidly venomous helplessness; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which solely led to the graveyards of preposterously impoverished deliriousness. Which permeated a vindictive gloom of sadism into every innocent heart existing; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which ironically transcended all definitions of inhuman torture. Which forlornly rendered even the most iridescently euphoric aspect of existence as treacherously insane nothingness; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which incarcerated every organism existing on planet divine with a gloom of inexplicably appalling despair. Which had not even the most evanescent of rejuvenating awakening; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was the most derogatorily slandering parasite on this invincible earth. Which gruesomely blinded every eternal thought process into the gorge of ominous hopelessness; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which tyrannically devastated every tangible trace of virility into a ludicrously impotent ghost. Which perpetually loitered in the deplorable mortuaries of feckless uncertainty; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was more blacker than the most perilously cursed shades of midnight. Which deliberately debilitated each ounce of compassionate fortitude in the atmosphere to a skeleton of acrid betrayal; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was nothing but a worthlessly stinking carrion for the vultures of hatred to pillage. Which deplorably castrated every ounce of handsome energy into the gallows of extinction; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which led neither to the past; present or immediately optimistic future. Which was wholesomely and wretchedly circumscribed by solely the very last
breath of emollient life; forever and ever and ever.
Such was the silence of inconsolably gory and unstoppably lambasting death.