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43. ALL BLOOD IS RED. ALL BONES ARE WHITE. ALL SWEAT IS GOLDEN. FOR IT IS NOT THE COLOR OF OUR SKINS, BUT THE SPIRIT WITHIN. 

 

There might exist eyes; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this fathomlessly eclectic Universe,

 

There might exist hair; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this boundlessly virile Universe,

 

There might exist skin; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this mystically resplendent Universe,

 

There might exist lips; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this unbelievably emollient Universe,

 

But. All blood is Immortally Red; All bones are Symbiotically White. All sweat is Perseveringly Golden. For it is not the color of our spuriously shriveled skins; but the Omnipotently inexhaustible spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.

 

1.

 

There might exist eyelashes; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this handsomely majestic Universe,

 

There might exist desires; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this triumphantly effulgent Universe,

 

There might exist victory; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this pristinely priceless Universe,

 

There might exist fantasy; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this magically mitigating Universe,

 

But. All blood is Poignantly Red; All bones are Celestially White. All sweat

is Holistically Golden.  For it is not the color of our sporadically extinguishing skins; but the regally Omnipresent spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.

 

2.

 

There might exist noses; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory

of this ecstatically mesmerizing Universe,

There might exist destiny lines; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this brilliantly undaunted Universe,

 

There might exist eyebrows; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this unceasingly proliferating Universe,

 

There might exist brains; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this miraculously blessed Universe,

 

But. All blood is Unitedly Red; All bones are Impeccably White. All sweat is

Timelessly  Golden.  For it is not the color of our penuriously squeamish skins; but the insuperably Omniscient spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.

 

3.

 

There might exist shadows; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this victoriously gargantuan Universe,

 

There might exist freedom; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this unflinchingly intrepid Universe,

 

There might exist melody; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this perennially virgin Universe,

 

There might exist beauty; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of

this unconquerably unfettered Universe,

 

But. All blood is Inimitably  Red; All bones are Heavenly White. All sweat is Gloriously Golden.  For it is not the color of our intermittently wailing skins; but the unsurpassably untamed spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.