It was the poignantly unparalleled empathy in your divinely eyes; that clean bowled the stumps of lecherously coldblooded insanity; in my miserably disoriented life, 

 

It was the resplendently symbiotic flavor of your unconquerable lips; that clean bowled the stumps of manipulatively baseless prejudice; in my diminutively forlorn life, 

 

It was the effulgently humanitarian caress of your Omnipotent palms; that clean bowled the stumps of sacrilegiously victimizing greed; in my inconspicuously staggering life, 

 

It was the ubiquitously heavenly artistry of your blissful fingers; that clean bowled the stumps of maniacally debauch monotony; in my penuriously truncated life, 

 

It was the mischievously pristine flap of your Omniscient ears; that clean bowled the stumps of morbidly contaminated remorsefulness; in my disastrously bedlam life, 

 

It was the unassailably priceless bloodstreams in your perennial veins; that clean bowled the stumps of sanctimoniously crippling artificiality; in my sinfully  extinguishing life, 

 

It was the triumphantly righteous swirl of your Omnipresent feet; that clean

bowled the stumps of tawdrily asphyxiating corruption; in my impoverishedly livid life, 

 

It was the inimitably mollifying enthrallment in your eternal voice; that clean bowled the stumps of vindictively insidious desperation; in my threadbarely evanescent life, 

 

It was the unsurpassably compassionate ardor of your undefeated  persona; that clean bowled the stumps of lethally wastrel nothingness; in my raunchily deteriorating life, 

 

It was the unbelievably philanthropic devotion of your sacred soul; that clean bowled the stumps of tyrannically venomous deliriousness; in my waywardly idiosyncratic life, 

 

It was the universally affable scent of your truthful perspiration; that clean bowled the stumps of pathetically isolated laziness; in my frigidly contemptuous life, 

 

It was the unflinchingly fearless shadow of your impeccable ideals; that clean bowled the stumps of vituperatively slinking cowardliness; in my thoughtlessly recoiling life, 

 

It was the magically eclectic power of your unshakable shoulders; that clean bowled the stumps of mundanely decrepit depression; in my sadistically cannibalistic life, 

It was the inexhaustibly infallible utopia of your victorious creation; that clean bowled the stumps of ignominiously impeding infertility; in my criminally nonchalant life, 

 

It was the miraculously symbiotic essence of your insuperable shadow; that clean bowled the stumps of penalizingly pulverizing confinement; in my ethereally solitary life, 

 

It was the timelessly healing melody of your unbreakable grip; that clean bowled the stumps of carnivorously crippling lies; in my transiently feckless life, 

 

It was the gloriously majestic truth of your unbridled conscience; that clean bowled the stumps of satanically sinister lies; in my despondently delinquent life, 

 

It was the perennially life-yielding fire of your indomitable breath; that clean bowled the stumps of disparagingly meaningless death; in my lugubriously quagmire life, 

 

And it was the immortally bonding love of your royal heart; that clean bowled the stumps of maliciously strangulating betrayal; in my despairingly egregious 

and truculently tortured life.