Life = Death - volume 5 - Poems on Life , Death

FROM THE DEVIL'S PERSPECTIVE

If you viewed the majestic deserts from the forlornly turgid cloud's perspective; they'd seem to be nothing else; but impoverished beggars rotting in the graveyards of hell since times immemorial,

If you viewed innocuous flesh from the treacherously venomous scorpions perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but a ludicrously dwindling bait; exhaling its very last plumes of preposterously extinguishing existence,

If you viewed pristine eyes from the vindictively vituperative bat's perspective; they'd seem to be nothing else; but uxoriously slavering eggs of vicious infidelity; waiting to be pierced and unsparingly bludgeoned till even beyond the corpses of hell,

If you viewed the Omnipotent Sun from the cadaverously sinister night's perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but a hedonistically menacing barbecue; roasting every conceivable entity into inconspicuously livid ash,

If you viewed poignant blood from the delinquently scurrilous parasite's perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but the most savagely scrumptious meal; ever born on the trajectory of this boundless Universe,

If you viewed uninhibited happiness from the haplessly deadened skeleton's
perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but the most spuriously unsolicited idiosyncrasy; squandering without any ostensible reason or rhyme on the lap of soil,

If you viewed sagacious literacy from the indiscriminately beheading murderer's perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but a fecklessly wastrel bug; an unfathomably heinous prison wasting countless hours of the world,

If you viewed the divinely mother from the salaciously corrupt politicians
perspective; she'd seem to be nothing else; but an inanely squatting and baselessly lascivious spider; which needed to be endlessly squelched under the pretext of delirious ambition and barbarous desire,

If you viewed fragrant soil from the tyrannically monotonous builder's perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but another bundle of meaninglessly brown feces; which needed to be ruptured and brutally excoriated to the most unprecedented limits; so that uncouth structures of stone could enlighten the sky,

If you viewed the unadulterated infant from the profanely plucking vulture's
perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but an ephemeral speck of morning breakfast; whose eyeball's needed to be ghastily devoured as dessert; after iconoclastically snapping apart the blood and fledgling bones,

If you viewed the regal painting from the hoarsely emaciated beggar's perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but a wonderful begging bowl; in which could be blissfully accumulated the entire coin- collection of the sweltering day,

If you viewed the eternal meadow from the indefatigably crunching dinosaur's perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but a chunk of soggily slandering
cake; disappearing into remorseful nothingness at the tiniest exhalation of breath,

If you viewed the enchanting rainbow from the inexhaustibly cold-blooded
crocodile's perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but an unsurpassably appetizing delicacy; that needed to be tirelessly munched till times beyond infinite infinity,

If you viewed the spell-binding eyelashes from the truculent butcher's perspective; they'd seem to be nothing else; but a fringe of lifeless hair; that would do astoundingly well to garnish the silhouettes of the red meat just unceremoniously cooked,

If you viewed the truthful conscience from the satanically grotesque ghost's
perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but a coffin of raunchily asphyxiating darkness; devastating countless in its gruesomely amorphous swirl,

If you viewed the intricately hollow ears from the ballistically stinging spider's perspective; they'd seem to be nothing else; but lifelessly morbid hollows in which could spawn the most gratuitously ribald of silken web,

If you viewed perennially burgeoning breath from the lugubriously obsolete
grave's perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but insurmountably decayed air; which would forever spread cursedly appalling doom,

If you viewed limitlessly blessed life from the invidiously torturous death's perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but gallows of gorily cumbersome oblivion; which massacred more vociferously than ever before; as each instant unveiled,

And if you viewed immortal love from the unceasingly marauding devil's perspective; it'd seem to be nothing else; but the immeasurably insidious valley of betrayal; which snapped the wings of compassionately unequivocal relationship; without the slightest of chance to relent.