Before you snobbishly kick them with your unwashed shoe; indiscriminately treat them like a piece of lackadaisically infinitesimal and threadbare shit; for not cleaning the floors before you drunkardly arrived,
Remember that one day the strokes of inevitability
would make you as weak and agonizingly old like they way they were today; with your kin mercilessly lambasting you more truculently than what you did to them; dared or horrifically dreamt.
Before you torturously abuse them for not listening properly to the most invidiously preposterous of your commands; cacophonically screaming into their ears in
an attempt to open their ailing pores wide,
Remember that one day the infernos of inevitability would make you as deaf; ineptly accurate and old; like the way they were today; with your kin unsparingly pulverizing the chords of your blissful existence more criminally; than what you did to them; dared or sinfully dreamt.
Before you flagrantly spit on them for snatching the spice from your life; ruthlessly chaining their hands and knees; so that they didn't interfere the slightest in your licentious merry-making; vixen and nubile wine,
Remember that one day the corridors of inevitability would make you as debilitatingly diseased and old; like the way they were today; with your kin blinding you beyond the realms of recognition more lethally; than what you did to them; dared or ostracizingly
dreamt.
Before you treacherously maim them with thorns of acridly whipping hatred in their feet; just because they disturbed your pompously pretentious sleep with their innocuous coughing,
Remember that one day the clouds of inevitability would make you as pathetically withering and old; like the way they were today; with your kin sardonically feeding the last bone of your spine to the dogs more abominably; than what you did to them; dared or heinously dreamt.
Before you vindictively terrorize them with your obnoxiously hired hoodlums; just because their saggingly fatigued shoulders dithered to carry you all the way; across to your silly striped Mercedes,
Remember that one day the mists of inevitability would make you as morosely dreary and old; like the way the were today; with your kin brutally gouging your innocent eyes more grotesquely; than what you did to them; dared or fretfully dreamt.
Before you rebuke them like a rotting coffin of shit; thrashing them black and blue in front of the entire world; just because they didn't give you money to gamble; enshroud yourself with the winds of savage narcotics,
Remember that one day the dungeons of inevitability would make you as haplessly bruised and old; like the way they were today; with your kin slitting the veins
of your throat more vengefully; than what you did to them; dared or
ignominiously dreamt.
Before you insidiously try and poison the every morsel of food that they impeccably devoured; just because their sagaciously pious school of thought didn't match shade by shade to your maliciously adulterated mind,
Remember that one day the rivers of inevitability would make you as eccentrically rigid and old; like the way they were today; with your kin preferring to consume your meat rather than that of the chickens and more insanely; than what you did to them; dared; or penalizingly dreamt.
Before you threatening thwart the passage of their spell binding breath; just because they cried in hysterical pain infront of you and embraced you like no one else on
this planet ever did,
Remember that one day the fortresses of inevitability would make you as helplessly bereaved and old; like the way they were today; with your kin laying the foundations of their castles more lecherously upon your dead body; than what you did to them; dared; or gorily dreamt.
And before you snatch the remaining love in their already diminishing lives; just because they compassionately uttered your name before your manipulatively tycoon friends; in their wonderfully quavering and enigmatic voice,
Remember that one day the waves of inevitability would make you as nervously betrayed and old; like they way they were today; with your kin maniacally spitting on
the beats of your hearts before roasting them and feeding them to the pigs more indescribably; than what you did to them; dared; or egregiously dreamt.
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