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2. GODLY ALPHABET “I” 

 

You might say that alphabet “I”singularly by itself; was disgustingly conceited; and brought alongwith it; only a dungeon of haplessly asphyxiating doom,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was chauvinistically male; and brought alongwith it; only a maelstrom of pessimistically demented energy,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was devastatingly deteriorating; and brought alongwith it; only a gutter of ignominiously fetid malevolence,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was atrociously invidious; and brought alongwith it; only a mortuary of indiscriminately ghastly meaninglessness,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was vindictively obstreperous; and brought alongwith it; only a coffin of despairingly treacherous defeat,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was drearily egocentric; and brought alongwith it; only a nightfall of never endingly maiming blackness,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was intolerably blasphemous; and brought alongwith it; only a fecklessly oblivious vacuum of ungainly remorsefulness,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was robotically insane; and brought alongwith it; only a holocaust of indelibly ribald obsessiveness,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was demonically perverted; and brought alongwith it; only a jailhouse of treacherously massacring madness,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was tyrannically lambasting; and brought alongwith it; only a carcass of ominously demeaning expletives,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was cadaverously foul some; and brought alongwith it; only tears of inexplicably assassinating gloom,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was lethally crucifying; and brought alongwith it; only a graveyard of doggedly unbearable stench,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was hedonistically slandering; and brought alongwith it; only a preposterously gory shadow of disdain,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was agonizingly incarcerating; and brought alongwith it; only a dust storm of profanely decrepit rebelliousness,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was pugnaciously disconcerting; and brought alongwith it; only a haplessly excoriating bed of venomous thorns,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was preposterously ludicrous; and brought alongwith it; only falsely sycophantic winds of wretched wantonness,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was devilishly beheading; and brought alongwith it; only the footsteps of licentiously whipping hell,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was inconspicuously imbecile; and brought alongwith it; only the cancerous blisters of hopelessly disparaging extinction,

 

You might say that alphabet “I” singularly by itself; was unacceptably dictatorial; and brought alongwith it; only the ghosts of sinfully plundering selfishness,

 

But have you ever wondered; that unless and until you don’t endlessly love your ownself; unless and until you don’t commence to timelessly admire every facet of

your divinely blessed existence;  unless and until you don’t unflinchingly worship the “I” in your very ownself; how can you ever dream of loving and wholesomely embracing others; how can you ever dream of reaching out to and immortally bonding with every echelon of bountiful living kind?

 

Because for you to dream of; or ever dare of becoming the united “We”; you inevitably needed to start first with your very own self; you inevitably needed to

start with the Godly alphabet “I”.