THE POWER OF OMNIPOTENT MUD You might ferociously abuse it for being monotonously threadbare; disdainfully infiltrating the whites of your eye; with the truculently blowing winds, You might indignantly kick at it in your times of inexplicable frustration; at times profusely wounding it with the uncouthly cold-blooded tip; of your spurious shoes, You might heinously spit on its shades of compassionate brown; barbarically trampling it left right and center; to insanely diffuse the abominable tensions circumventing your brain, You might place its value as capriciously invidious specks of grit and stone; hardly ever casting even the most fugitive of glance towards its poignantly amiable periphery, But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed; color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last breath; such was the power of unassailably Omnipotent and bountiful mud. 1. You might ominously abhor the fact that it lay abreast your dwelling; proving a remorsefully indigent mismatch to your pillars and porch of stupendously embellished gold, You might acridly puke out your food in utterly shocking disbelief; on the pretentiously worthless pretext of it harboring ungainly dust, You might treacherously stab it with unrelentingly salacious strokes of your gleaming knife; frantically searching for surreptitious canopies of pricelessly glittering gold, You might propagate it as being lugubriously meaningless; fretfully stagnating in dustbins of forlorn isolation for centuries unprecedented, But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed; color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend
with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last breath; such was the power of immortally Omniscient and spell binding mud. 2. You might ruthlessly mold it into fathomless sizes and shapes; just to flex the muscles of your irascibly blood soaked palms, You might relentlessly castigate it for its despicably impoverished demeanor; drive your cars like an untamed prince over its innocuously wailing contours, You might sleazily sell it to the most derogatorily manipulative strangers; inundate your pockets with scintillating silver; while bulldozers tyrannically razed it to construct edifices that sailed haughtily towards blue sky, You might lackadaisically dump all your decaying feces from your abode into its silken carpet; laughing every side of your body out; as you triumphantly feasted upon its victimized integrity, But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed; color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last breath; such was the power of pricelessly divine and everlasting mud. 3. You might tirelessly ostracize its sordidly ungainly complexion; for horrendously tainting the outlines of your spotlessly bombastic and bohemian feet, You might christen it as dreadfully morose and perniciously ghoulish; as it fostered your pathetically wavering shadow even in the most brilliantly sparkling Sun, You might at times construe it as your worst enemy; as its unwitting undulations made you disastrously stumble and kiss a world of despondently diminutive dirt, You might call it blasphemously adulterated; as organisms of all shapes and fraternities; perpetually embraced its rudimentarily scented skin,
But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed; color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last breath; such was the power of impregnably Omnipresent and humanitarian mud.