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18. NO END-PRODUCTS 

 

The end product of indiscriminatingly venomous war; was the gruesome

coffin of baselessly decrepit and rotting; prejudice,

 

The end product of abjectly hypochondriacal insanity; was the forlornly malevolent dungeon of unceremoniously dilapidated and treacherously obnoxious; manipulation,

 

The end product of monotonously decrepit commercialism; was the desolate

web of abhorrently disdainful and lethally tyrannizing; regret,

 

The end product of sinfully dastardly lies; was the fiendish gallows of disparagingly derogatory and nonchalantly ridiculing; poverty,

 

The end product of indolently ignoramus illiteracy; was the pernicious well of devastatingly prurient and ignominiously lambasting; unemployment,

 

The end product of devilishly irrational obsession; was the sinister gutter of hopelessly debilitating and disgustingly horrendous; emptiness,

 

The end product of uncontrollably stinking expletives; was the pugnacious

battlefield of truculently terrorizing and nastily demonic; hatred,

 

The end product of salaciously whipping politics; was the hapless tornado of

vindictively orphaned and traumatically feckless; decay,

 

The end product of bizarrely delirious ghettoizm; was a shriveling civilization of unsolicitedly profane and remorsefully recoiling; fear,

 

The end product of unreasonably oozing wounds; was a cadaverous spirit of

disparagingly deteriorating and gorily grotesque; extinction,

 

The end product of brutally excoriating injustice; was an annihilating avalanche of torridly impotent and parasitically ominous; retribution,

 

The end product of lecherously unwarranted sleep; was a bawdily amorphous vacuum of maniacally decimating and forlornly weeping; frustration,

 

The end product of ludicrously slavering cowardice; was an acrimonious pig stalk of worthlessly snarling and everlastingly lifeless; shit,

 

The end product of invidiously maiming betrayal; was a convoluted whisker of

inconspicuously erratic and listlessly evaporating; nothingness,

 

The end product of atrociously murdering disrespect; were the ridiculous

crutches of insipidly detrimental and rebelliously ballistic; self affliction,

 

The end product of heartlessly hedonistic massacring; was the satanically

thrashing curtain of horrifically depriving and endlessly egregious; hell,

 

The end product of barbarously knifing atheism; was the merciless gallows of

inevitably flagrant and inexhaustibly cold-blooded death,

 

The end product of sinfully incarcerating bachelorhood; was the jinxed corpse of indefatigably hurting and limitlessly penalizing; loneliness,

 

But “Immortal Love” had not the tiniest of aftermath; as it kept perpetually

proliferating into paradise of unassailably heavenly togetherness and eternally compassionate humanity for infinite more births yet to unveil; and had not the slightest of end or meaningless end-product.