Was it his fault

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WAS IT HIS FAULT ? Was it his fault; that he was born horrendously blind; witnessing nothing but remorsefully crippling darkness; since the very first cry of innocuous birth ? Was it his fault; that he was born gruesomely maimed; deplorably staggering into a valley of insipid nothingness; never able to confront the Sun face-on ? Was it his fault; that he was born preposterously deaf; unknowingly smiling towards the graveyards of extinction; while his tortured kin shouted their voices hoarse; for instantaneous help ? Was it his fault; that he was born with abhorrent mental disorders; remaining as stoical as a decaying leaf; even though the planet abreast him unfurled into an unfathomable entrenchment of panoramically blissful newness ? Was it his fault; that he was born disdainfully dumb; not able to express even the most poignantly fulminating of his desires; as unsurpassable rivers of priceless blood rolled down his nimble cheeks ? Was it his fault; that he was born treacherously orphaned; with the most fantastic days of his childhood being evolved in the realms of the fetidly threadbare dustbin; while children of his age floated through castles of celestial honey ? Was it his fault; that he was born ludicrously jointed at the skull with his twin brother; with every minute of resplendent life feeling more lecherously sordid than the coffins of death; as he winced every moment in agonizingly traumatized pain ? Was it his fault; that he was born with disastrously proliferating tumor in his head; an untamed volcano of misery that kept augmenting more thunderously than white lightening in sky; even as toddlers of his age relentlessly embraced the clouds of uncontrollable euphoria ? Was it his fault; that he was born in the gutters of abominable poverty; with all that he ever got to devour being infinitesimal left overs of bread; that the dogs of the rich had abysmally abandoned? Was it his fault; that he was born to a bawdily adulterated father; who fed him insurmountable waterfalls of venomous wine; everytime that he demanded for immaculately sacrosanct milk ? Was it his fault; that he was born ridiculously stammering; pathetically stuttering at each word he attempted to speak; while others of his age; melodiously blended with all spell-bindingly enchanting rhyme ?


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