In today's murderously barbarous world outside; life without money was like that bumble bee; boisterously buzzing and harboring unprecedented love all right; but without even the tiniest iota of mesmerizing honey, 

 

In today's satanically uncouth world outside; life without money was like that ocean; blissfully undulating and harboring unsurpassable love all right; but without even the slightest pinch of tantalizing salt, 

 

In today's delinquently treacherous world outside; life without money was like that tree; celestially breathing and harboring invincible love all right; but without even the most diminutive trace of enchanting fruit, 

 

In today's derogatorily disdainful world outside; life without money was like that sky; endlessly extending and harboring insurmountable love all right; but without even the most infinitesimal trickle of voluptuous cloud, 

 

In today's ignominiously salacious world outside; life without money was like that rose; majestically crimson and harboring unshakable love all right; but without

even the most mercurial shade of ingratiating scent, 

 

In today's lugubriously monotonous world outside; life without money was like that bird; gleefully flying and harboring unstoppable love all right; but without even

the most ethereal speck of quintessential nest,  

 

In today's plaintively parasitic world outside; life without money was like that pinnacle; unflinchingly towering and harboring perpetual love all right; but

without even the most transient ray of Omnipotent Sunlight, 

 

In today's remorsefully licentious world outside; life without money was like that eye; flirtatiously fluttering and harboring insurmountable love all right; but without even the most evanescent mirror of resplendent sight, 

 

In today's preposterously invidious world outside; life without money was like that well; mystically hollow and harboring tremendous love all right; but without even the most minuscule speck of indispensable water, 

 

In today's vindictively vandalizing world outside; life without money was like that dwelling; incomprehensibly vast and harboring unconquerable love all right; but without even the most reminiscent twig of sequestering roof, 

 

In today's disastrously sinful world outside; life without money was like that rainbow; artistically appearing and harboring bountiful love all right; but without even the most obsolete shade of vividly enthralling color, 

 

In today's pathetically morose world outside; life without money was like that waterfall; stupendously uninhibited and harboring indomitable love all right; 

but without even the most remotest fraction of spell binding freshness, 

 

In today's notoriously commercial world outside; life without money was like that candle; spell bindingly sculptured and harboring limitless love all right; but

without even the most transient waft of eternally optimistic flame, 

 

In today's venomously crippling world outside; life without money was like that child; blissfully burgeoning and harboring unprecedented love all right; but without even the most infidel impression of immaculately tantalizing mischief, 

 

In today's baselessly incarcerating world outside; life without money was like that soldier; patriotically blazing and harboring unequivocal love all right; but without even the most inconspicuous trace of glorious victory, 

 

In today's dreadfully asphyxiated world outside; life without money was like that butterfly; harmlessly nestled and harboring pristine love all right; but without even the most dwindling mentions of untamed frolic, 

 

In today's manipulatively sick world outside; life without money was like that brain; astoundingly synchronized and harboring undefeated love all right; but without even the most ephemeral mist of exotically fragrant fantasy, 

 

In today's thoughtlessly estranged world outside; life without money was like body; tirelessly moving and harboring insatiable love all right; but without even the most invisible cistern of Omnisciently blessing breath, 

 

And in today's miserably beleaguered world outside; life without money was like that heart; thunderously scarlet and harboring ecstatic love all right; but without even the most capricious innuendos of immortal beats.