It might have been to viciously slander me; venomously

dissolve me like a piece of frigid shit; an infinite

kilometers well beneath the murderous corpses of all

times,

It might have been to reproachfully lambaste me;

treacherously blow me forever and ever and ever away;

into the graveyards of lethally stabbing and shriveled

oblivion,

It might have been to sadistically comment upon my

impoverished form; perennially ensure that it floated

like the most lackadaisically frazzled carcass of

misery; in between heaven and disparaging hell,

It might have been to decimate me beyond realms of

holistic recognition; before devilishly feeding every

ounce of my wretchedly decaying carrion; to the

hideously scavenging and cold-blooded vultures,

It might have been to wholesomely defeat every trace

of my tangible existence; compassionately beseech the

most uncouthly truculent demons to excoriate me into a

boundless bits of disastrously terrorizing

nothingness,

It might have been to wantonly taint even the most

unassailably righteous fabric of my harmonious

survival; with the pathetically asphyxiating grime of

dastardly lies,

It might have been to announce my loss in mind; body

and jubilant form; to the trajectory of this

fathomlessly enchanting planet; whereas I still

exuberantly paraded in the aisles of indefatigably

fructifying utopia,

It might have been to ghoulishly bemoan every bit of

philanthropic goodness that I divulged into;

salaciously dragging my name into the coffins of

hedonistically flagrant corruption,

It might have been to deliriously torture every

bounteously fantasizing fragment of my brain; with the

inconsolably weeping broomsticks of tyrannizing

malice, It might have been to Spartanly order every rabid dog

on this poignantly ubiquitous planet; to summon as

quickly as possible near my innocuous face; and then

intransigently bite the same as if there wasn’t the

slightest of sunset,

It might have been to unstoppably ridicule me; make a

blatantly intolerable parody about each of my weaknesses; to every organism effulgently breathing on

planet divine, It might have been to satanically deafen even the most

infinitesimal of my senses; numb every gloriously

conceivable movement of my nimble body; with the cries

of outrageously maniacal extinction,

It might have been to unrelentingly drag me to the

gallows of heartlessly maiming confinement; impugning

me of the highest treason ever committed on earth;

which I never ever die or could dream to do,

It might have been to mercilessly pounce upon every

imaginable penny of my unflinching perseverance;

wickedly burn the same into parasitically sordid

flames of lecherous hatred,

It might have been to timelessly jinx every

euphorically benign aspect of my existence; with the

brutally ominous chains of nothingness and the lull of

melancholic debauchery; which suddenly arouse after

blissful life,

It might have been to violently molest every

ingredient of my unimpeachable virginity; with the

acrimoniously fetid dagger-heads of garrulously rancid

war,

It might have been to metamorphose every bit of

pricelessly inimitable truth in my soul; into the most

atrociously degradable mortuary of sinfully beheading

lies,

It might have been to perpetually snap the fangs of my

symbiotically enthralling existence; and then bawdily

suck all lifeless blood from my veins to be the most

sanctimoniously strongest organism alive,

And I really didn’t have the tiniest of insinuation as

to what were your intentions everytime you opened your

mouth for uttering my name; but believe me; everytime

when you did actually whisper my name in your

sensuously unparalleled voice; I felt the most

pricelessly insuperable man alive; as if the most

ultimate of Kings; on this unshakably limitless earth

divine…