You might choose to help the disparagingly shambling mountaintops; or you might choose to commiserate with all those heartlessly orphaned in the invidiously cold-blooded garbage bins,
You might choose to help the flagrantly disoriented lunatic; or you might chose to sow the seeds of fructifying virility on acrimoniously bellicose and barren soil,
You might choose to help the mercilessly adulterated ocean; or you might choose to compassionately embrace all those truculently lambasted by mortuaries of bizarre betrayal,
You might choose to help the plebeian brutally maimed by the onslaught of derogatory politics; or you might choose to optimistically mitigate the lives of all
those despicably rotting in dungeons of blindness; since the time they shouted their first cry,
You might choose to help the rapidly vanishing rainbow; or you might choose to inundate the commercial atmosphere thoroughly depleted of empathy; with the fragrance of everlasting humanity,
You might choose to help the egregiously wounded lion; or you might choose to illuminate the lanterns of unassailably mesmerizing humanity; in the corpses
abhorrently blood-sucking war,
You might choose to help the one-legged beggar; or you might choose to become an immutably altruistic messiah of the religion of priceless mankind,
You might choose to help ominously trampled and butchered roses; or you might choose to perennially venerate every holistic mother whom you encountered in
your way,
You might choose to help every suicidal element of the diabolically estranged society; or you might choose to coalesce every tribe; sect and color of this iridescently exhilarating Universe; into the scent of enchanting mankind,
You might choose to help every star lividly falling from fathomless sky; or you might choose to stand like an insuperable fortress beside every despairing destitute; who was being hedonistically tortured for ostensibly no reason or rhyme,
You might choose to help the indigently nervous and frigidly quavering shadow; or you might choose to bring the cradle of untainted innocence to every dwelling besieged with manipulatively dastard prejudice,
You might choose to help ghoulishly stale and sullen space; or you might choose to hoist every unwanted infant on this gigantic Universe; upon your magnanimous shoulders till the time you breathed your very last,
You might choose to help the hopelessly asphyxiating eunuch; or you might choose to become the ultimate ambassador of unconquerably limitless peace; on the trajectory of this boundless Universe,
You might choose to help civilizations uprooted after nonsensical bombardment and ghastly war; or you might choose to perseveringly evolve a pathway of indomitably unparalleled truth; with the streams of your very own euphoric blood,
You might choose to help the ignominiously incarcerated slave; or you might choose to liberate the floodgates of your passionate heart; allowing every devilishly monotonous life to share your tributaries of selfless love,
You might choose to help the fish uncontrollably slavering without water; or you might choose to precociously innovate unsurpassable cisterns of miraculous freshness; on every step that you tread,
O! Yes; Help in whatever way you could and whomsoever on this bountifully resplendent planet that you philanthropically wanted to; but remember that every
single of your divinely benevolent deeds would metamorphose into inconspicuously frigid shit; the instant you bombastically proclaimed to the world that you were indeed the one who did them; you were the one who had alleviated countless organism; of their misery and horrific pain,
For you were just an infinitesimally molecular mediator of the Lord Almighty sent on this planet to do humble deeds; while it was the Creator himself; who not only decided as to whom you were going to help; in what capacity you were going to help; who needed your help the most; and who was indeed destined to receive your help; but bestowed upon you the unflinching power to forever succeed and help.
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