Ordinarily the soles of my feet didn't bleed an infinitesimal trifle; even as I traversed over a blanket of a billion acrimoniously venomous thorns, 

But today; the 3rd of April; they just disdainfully crumbled an infinite feet beneath soil; as the sound of your invincibly triumphant and gloriously impeccable footsteps; had disappeared forever from the horizons of my veritable sight.

 

Ordinarily the hair on my skin didn't relent an inconspicuous iota; even as the most diabolical of dinosaurs and war; indiscriminately paraded around my persona, 

But today; the 3rd of April; they just shriveled into pathetic oblivion at the tiniest insinuation of flaccid wind; as your uninhibitedly untamed valley of sensuousness; had disappeared forever from the horizons of my veritable sight.

 

Ordinarily the blood in my veins didn't quaver an evanescent bit; even as the most unsparingly hedonistic apocalypses of the devil perpetuated into my soul, 

But today; the 3rd of April;  it just metamorphosed into a grotesquely frigid white; as your brilliantly unhindered compassion; had disappeared forever from the horizons of my veritable sight.

 

Ordinarily the hollows of my ears didn't flutter an ethereal inch; even as unbelievably thunderous roars of vindictive lightening; flashed left; right and center from the belly of the murderously ballistic sky, 

But today; the 3rd of April; they just miserably withered to each of my commands; as your inimitably divinely and beautifully unparalleled voice; had disappeared forever from the horizons of my veritable sight.

 

Ordinarily the bones of my demeanor didn't rattle an infidel centimeter; even as the coffins of inevitable death scurrilously slandered at me a countless times, 

But today; the 3rd of April;  they just dissolved into fecklessly meaningless pulp at the sound of my very own voice; as your Omnipotently everlasting tenacity; had disappeared forever from the horizons of my veritable sight.

 

Ordinarily the whites and blacks of my eye didn't wince a mercurial fraction; even as the belligerently intolerable rays of the afternoon Sun unceasingly pierced inside from all quarters, 

But today; the 3rd of April; they just wholesomely blinded to the faintest of my reflection; as the miraculously mitigating contours of your face; had disappeared forever from the horizons of my veritable sight.

 

Ordinarily the cadence of my voice didn't tremble a diminutive whisker; even as there was nothing else but iconoclastically satanic vultures plucking mouthfuls of my flesh; with gay abandon all throughout the night, 

 

But today; the 3rd of April; it just transformed into a cadaverously stony silence; as the Omnipresent smile of your magical lips; had disappeared forever from the

horizons of my veritable sight.

 

Ordinarily the spirit of my conscience didn't stagger a minuscule hairline; even as the entire planet beside me embraced manipulative prejudice; to catapult to the

pinnacle of spuriously lackadaisical success, 

But today; the 3rd of April; it just dissipated into a zillion pieces of nothingness even before it could becaressed; as your trail of perennially blessing righteousness had disappeared forever from the horizons of my veritable sight.

 

Ordinarily the beats of my heart didn't betray a parsimonious speck; even as egregiously perverted treachery had become everyone's morning cup of tea, 

But today; the 3rd of April; they converted entirely into lifelessly delinquent stone although torrential rainshowers of love pelted all across; as your charismatically immortal shadow had disappeared forever from the horizons of my veritable sight.

 

And ordinarily the air of my nostrils didn't stutter an abstemious ounce; even as the mortuaries of hell personally descended to incarcerate me into doldrums of inane nothingness, 

But today; the 3rd of April; it evaporated a countless kilometers beyond the land of decaying oblivion; although I was impregnated with robust blood; body and bone; as your pristinely unimpeachable and Unconquerably mellifluous spirit; had disappeared

forever from the horizons of my veritable sight.