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Tuesday, March 15, 2016    Rated "G" by the Author.
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 Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to shatter me beyond realms of pragmatic imagination; making me the most horrendously penurious man on this boundless Universe, 

 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to engender me to slither like profusely maim on cold ground; although I proudly possessed; blissful pairs of robust palms and feet, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to ruthlessly extricate every iota of happiness from my vibrant life; rendering me to worthlessly stagger in disdainful winds of disappearing oblivion, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to treacherously freeze all celestial streams of blood in my poignant veins; diabolically paralyzing every part of my 
body; till my death, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make all harmoniously sparkling food entrapped in my bowels; metamorphose into heinously preposterously 
skeletons beneath the corpse, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make me relinquish even the most infinitesimal iota of my splendid sight; groping in a sea of despairing darkness for centuries immemorial, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to slit my throat into an infinite bits of incoherently threadbare chowder; snapping the very essence of melodious sound; from the inner most recesses of my mouth, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make me lecherously stumble in a bedraggled heap towards sleazy cocoons of soil; lick pathetically devastating dust; as breakfast for the morning; the sole supper to lead the invidiously threatening night, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make me indefatigably sulk in the aisles of perpetual solitude; with the contours of the extraneous world; evaporating in an obfuscated blur; far away from my overwhelmingly staggering vision, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to slash satanically through my conglomerate of divine veins; ripping my entire caricature apart into non-existent
wisps degradable nothingness, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to bombard the unfathomable repertoire of royal fantasies in my brain; to insipidly ominous pulp and fetid gutter water, 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to cremate me alive in a dungeon insurmountably brimming with venomous scorpion; shrug me to a ridiculous stage; 
where I lost all count of my incongruously decimated bones, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to trigger me to indefatigably cry; weep more than a countless deaths; in just a single lifetime of mine, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to scrap all my fame and opulence in a single shot; as acerbically wild hell rained in traumatized agony from the blankets of scarlet sky, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to starve me for infinite more births yet to unveil; tottering towards the corridors of despondent extinction; although the conventionally murderous society sighted me; with a spurious smile uncompromisingly lingering on my face, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to impregnate my wonderfully resplendent existence; with the inexplicable ghost of profound sorrow and
abominably cacophonic wailing, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to capsize me in chains of insatiable depravation; incarcerating each of my enthralling mind; body and senses in perilously pernicious; prisons of bloodshed, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to asphyxiate my breath to veritably sinister nothingness; as I inhaled the last puff of exhilarated air into my dying lungs, 
 
Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to lambaste my heart with whirpools of loneliness; annihilating each of its beats with swords of murderously uncouth diabolism, 
 
O! yes it was indeed unbelievable but irrefutably true ; that just three minuscule alphabets; made me instantaneously blend with winds of abhorrent hell; as she slipped from my invincible grip; to bid me a final good bye.

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