Neither were you more extravagantly fairer than me; neither were you more pathetically weaker than the most lugubriously dwindling bone down my spine, 

 

Neither were you more bountifully truthful than me; neither were you more

disastrously lying than most salaciously perverted ingredient of my blood, 

 

Neither were you more blazingly dynamic than me; neither were you more dolorously cowardly than the most grotesquely ribald germs of fear in my stagnating brain, 

 

Neither were you more eclectically brilliant than me; neither were you more

shamefully dwindling than the most asphyxiated corpse of hopelessness in my

shriveled persona, 

 

Neither were you more unflinchingly triumphant than me; neither were you

more bawdily defeated than the most forlornly crippling of my failures, 

 

Neither were you more effulgently passionate than me; neither were you more

treacherously stagnating than the most decaying figment of meaninglessness in my decrepit body, 

 

Neither were you more resplendently surreal than me; neither were you more

satanically monotonous than the most lecherously deteriorating of my corporate profiles, 

 

Neither were you more ingeniously evolving than me; neither were you more

redundantly parasitic than the most viciously slandering apogees of my rubicund tongue, 

 

Neither were you more royally blessed than me; neither were you more unfortunately lambasted than the most salaciously withering moments of my devastated life, 

 

Neither were you more exuberantly sensuous than me; neither were you more

lackadaisically nonchalant than the most preposterously wasting of my moods, 

 

Neither were you more miraculously fertile than me; neither were you more ludicrously impotent than the most onerously slavering of my shattered times, 

 

Neither were you more invincibly honest than me; neither were you more venomously flagrant than the most lividly distorted of my fugitively obliterating shadow, 

 

Neither were you more infallibly faithful than me; neither were you more carnivorously betraying than the most miserably battered of my crumbling senses, 

 

Neither were you more inimitably talented than me; neither were you more sleazily blanch than the most inanely amorphous of my egregiously estranged nerves, 

 

Neither were you more ecstatically galloping than me; neither were you more indolently stationery than the most faintest of my penuriously diminishing of whispers, 

 

Neither were you more ebulliently redolent than me; neither were you more repugnantly stinking than the most obliviously morbid of my insane carcass of bones, 

 

Neither were you more symbiotically philanthropic than me; neither were you more violently prejudiced than the most perniciously obsessive of my nightmares, 

 

Neither were you more vivaciously unfettered than me; neither were you more ominously incarcerated than the most dangerously chained idiosyncrasies of my indifferently strangulated existence, 

 

And Neither were you more vibrantly living than me; neither were you more

perpetually dead than the most hopelessly flailing of my very final breath, 

 

Only because the Omnipotent Creator had created both you and me; and every

other of our infinite living kind; even the most infinitesimally disappearing aspect of  every one of us alive on planet divine; as forever priceless; inequitably synergistic and wonderfully equal.