STRIP Strip me of my mascara; and I’ll fight you with my eyes; with untamed fires blazing in the whites of my revolving eyeballs, Strip me of my lips; and I’ll fight you with my smiles as enchanting as the profusely enigmatic forests, Strip me of my hair; and I’ll fight you with my scalp; as ferocious as the flamboyantly flaming Sun, Strip me of my rings; and I’ll fight you with my tenaciously resilient fingers; tossing you like insipid pancake to fathomless kilometers beyond the sky, Strip me of my blinks; and I’ll fight you with my profoundly piercing stares; ensuring that you lost your sleep till times beyond eternity, Strip me of my skin; and I’ll fight you to the brink of extinction; with the overwhelmingly tumultuous fervor in my bones, Strip me of my chastity; and I’ll fight you with the sword of barbarism rebelliously lurking in every minuscule ingredient of my blood, Strip me of my blusshon; and I’ll fight you with the insurmountably Herculean strength of my cheeks, Strip me of my scent; and I’ll fight you with the raw rivers of perspiration trickling in the milky moonlight; on my arms, Strip me of my honesty; and I’ll fight you with the impeccable voice of my conscience; annihilating your profusely manipulative existence from its very roots, Strip me of my voice; and I’ll fight you with the poignant grit in my teeth; chopping off your spurious vain into a horde of infinitesimally timid fragments, Strip me of my wealth; and I’ll fight you with my astoundingly rudimentary existence; drive you back with my innocuously nascent force; bestowed upon me by the grace of Almighty God, Strip me of my clothes; and I’ll fight you with the insatiably naked strength of my impoverished body, Strip me of my feet; and I’ll fight you with the formidable power in my knuckles; resisting you with every unit of my demeanor synchronized as a whole,
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