THE RHYTHM OF THE CREATOR DIVINE

If you truly consider life to be an extraordinarily tangy ocean of

profound mysticism; feasting in its panoramically bounteous
essence for times immemorial,
Then for you to condemn veritable death; was the greatest insult
to the insuperable Lord Almighty; infact the most derogatorily
appalling sin.
If you truly consider life to be an iridescent bed of roses;
spawning into an entrenchment of stupendously enthralling
newness every unfurling minute of the day,
Then for you to castigate veritable death; was the greatest insult
to the perpetual Lord Almighty; infact the most ignominiously
gruesome sin.
If you truly consider life to be a vivaciously versatile artist;
majestically paving each of your way to drift you towards the
clouds of insatiably untamed prosperity,
Then you for you to lambaste veritable death; was the greatest
insult to the Omniscient Lord Almighty; infact the most
insidiously decrepit sin.
If you truly consider life to be a marvelously magical civilization
of happiness; ebulliently metamorphosing your every unfinished
dream into an unconquerably
eternal reality,
Then for you to crucify veritable death; was the greatest insult to
the ever-pervading Lord Almighty; infact the most unimaginably
dastardly sin.
If you truly consider life to be an unending festoon of glorious
enchantment; enlightening every ingredient of your countenance
with its immortal graciousness,
Then for you to abuse veritable death; was the greatest insult to
the everlastingly proliferating Lord Almighty; infact the most
flagrantly truculent sin.
If you truly consider life to be an exhilarating odyssey to
limitless enchantment; basking in its benevolently timeless
splendor every time you had an impulse to magnificently
breathe,

Then for you to frown at veritable death; was the greatest insult
to the unshakable Lord Almighty; infact the most hedonistically
savage sin.
If you truly consider life to be a flower blossoming into profusely
magical happiness; miraculously healing the agonies of one and
all alike on this boundless planet; with the chivalrous elixir of
humanity,
Then for you to shirk from veritable death; was the greatest
insult to the impregnable Lord Almighty; infact the most
treacherously bellicose sin.
If you truly consider life to be a seductively embellished fairy;
tantalizing you towards an unassailable paradise of benign
heavenliness and the divine,
Then for you to spit at veritable death; was the greatest insult to
the Omnipotent Lord Almighty; infact the most venomously
maligned sin.
If you truly consider life to be the ultimate blessing; the most
fructifying symbolism of every entity trespassing on this
enchantingly triumphant earth,
Then for you to bludgeon death; was the greatest insult to the
Omnipresent Lord Almighty; infact the most baselessly
prejudiced sin.
If you truly consider life to be a patriotically blistering success;
the most uninhibitedly royal mission that every organism was
sent on the Universe to wholeheartedly achieve,
Then for you to massacre veritable death; was the greatest insult
to the perennial Lord Almighty; infact the most grotesquely
pugnacious sin.
For when God made earth and organism; he irretrievably swung
the pendulum of life and death in unrestrictedly egalitarian
unison; spell bindingly replacing withering death with sparkling
life every instant; yet inevitably ensuring that there was death
every now and again; so that his Universe symbiotically existed,
Therefore take both life and veritable death in your stride O!
penurious Human; let forever everything on this globe exist as
the most fantastically vibrant rhythm of the Creator Divine.