FINDING HEAVEN ON EARTH- IN THE PROSTITUTES

FORM
Tell me. Does the Omnipotent Sun in anyways; blaze through her
impoverished dwelling an iota less; than it unrelentingly streams
in through the bricks of your
sanctimoniously incarcerated castle?
Tell me. Do the poignantly royal roses in anyways; waft their
mesmerizing redolence through her dingy dwelling an iota less;
than they unremittingly enlighten every conceivable morbid
space in your chauvinistically victimizing castle?
Tell me. Does the iridescently milky moonlight in anyways;
majestically enamor her shattered dwelling an iota less; than it
celestially sweeps across the ostentatiously emotionless
chimneys of your sonorously prejudiced castle?
Tell me. Do the nightingales in anyways; ecstatically sing the
songs of victory around her inconspicuous dwelling an iota less;
than they perennially murmur the hymns of mellifluous freedom
in the brutally ensnared gardens of your fetidly dictatorial
castle?
Tell me. Do the untamed forests in anyways; cast their spells of
unconquerable mysticism on her match-boxed dwelling an iota
less; than they timelessly and
inscrutably whisper upon the caged boundaries of your
atrociously sadistic castle?
Tell me. Do the boundless oceans in anyways; perpetuate their
rhapsodic tanginess upon her dingy dwelling an iota less; than
they uninhibitedly grant new definitions of unbridled liberation
to your sacrilegiously damned castle?
Tell me. Does the victoriously unabashed breeze in anyways;
magnificently cool her truncated dwelling an iota less; than it
undauntedly soothes every despairingly frazzled nerve within the
realms of your acrimoniously perverted castle?
Tell me. Does the euphorically torrential rain in anyways;
timelessly fertilize her penurious dwelling an iota less; than it

thunderously sweeps every ounce of cadaverous fretfulness from

each adulterated whisker of your demonically
chained castle?
Tell me. Do the first beams of optimistically unfettered dawn in
anyways; ebulliently caress her measly dwelling an iota less;
than they bestow fresh rays of priceless hope to every callously
blackened cranny of your heartlessly wanton castle?
Tell me. Do the limitlessly fantasizing clouds of heaven in
anyways; voluptuously enshroud her restricted dwelling an iota
less; than they transcend over every bit of tyrannically diabolical
monotony in your ominously worthless castle?
Tell me. Do the seeds of a blissfully futuristic tomorrow in
anyways; compassionately blossom infront of her mercurial
dwelling an iota less; than they brilliantly transform every ounce
of impotence into invincible fertility; in your uncouthly
monotonous castle?
Tell me. Do the iridescent stars in anyways; triumphantly twinkle
upon her miserly dwelling an iota less; than they brilliantly
illuminate every torturously slandering night in your coldbloodedly devilish castle?
Tell me. Does the sky of impregnably truth in anyways;
unassailably bestow its essence of mellifluous sweetness upon
her evanescent dwelling an iota less;
than it perennially metamorphoses every whisker of debauchery
in your raunchy castle; into an undefeated paradise of
righteousness?
Tell me. Does the chapter of eternally blessing procreation in
anyways; insuperably enters her stingy dwelling an iota less;
than it unceasingly abounds and sacredly inhabits every single
living being in your fecklessly cavalier castle?
Tell me. Does the lap of divinely mother nature in anyways;
tirelessly shower its spectacularly robust fruits upon her naked
dwelling an iota less; than it royally replenishes even the tiniest
desire of all those residing; in your ornately
subjugated castle?

Tell me. Do the steps of the Omnipresent Temple in anyways;

perpetually shower their philanthropically unbiased blessings
upon her bourgeoisie dwelling an
iota less; than they forever remain potently present in your
claustrophobically
robotic castle?
Tell me. Does the Universe of unendingly titillating life in
anyways; handsomely proliferate in her side-lined dwelling an
iota less; than it inevitably replaces every element of deadened
injustice; in your lifelessly bigoted castle?
Tell me. Does the heartbeat of immortal love in anyways;
perennially fructify in her ethereal dwelling an iota less; than it
indefatigably celebrates the true fervor of inimitably
unparalleled existence; in your despicably anarchist castle?
So if God and his Omnipresent Nature didnt differentiate the
slightest; then tell me you inconsiderately venomous man; who
hell were you to consider the sensuously nubile prostitute; a
horridly sinful untouchable; who the hell were you to consider
the tirelessly bewitching prostitute a deplorably live carrier of
disease; devastation; unpardonable betrayal; devilish
licentiousness and hopelessly silencing death,
Amazingly and specially even after you surreptitiously fathered
countless more of your own kind; via that same unshakably
ravishing prostitute form; finding the
most gloriously victorious of heavens right here on planet earth
and in the tantalizing recesses of her bosom divine.