Don't Kill. But Forever Conquer. Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Don't mercilessly kill silence; neither get killed by its hopelessly asphyxiating swirl; but forever conquer its worthlessly decrepit hell; with the symbiotically enthralling triumph
in your voice; instead,

Don't cold-bloodedly kill lies; neither get killed by its maliciously venomous vacuum; but forever conquer its diabolically abhorrent corpse; with the unfathomable gorge of truth in your soul; instead,

Don't heartlessly kill unemployment; neither get killed by its wantonly jilted shadow; but forever conquer its cannibalistically wastrel decay; with the perennial enlightenment of symbiotism in every ingredient of your blood; instead,

Don't uncouthly kill perversion; neither get killed by its deliriously incoherent mortuaries; but forever conquer its demonically sadistic impressions; with the pearls of innocence so poignantly reflecting from the whites of your eyes; instead,

Don't tyrannically kill racism; neither get killed by its hedonistically carnivorous coffins; but forever conquer its barbarously unkempt idiosyncrasies; with the religion of priceless humanity in every beat of your heart; instead,

Don't viciously kill crime; neither get killed by its lethally capsizing graveyards; but forever conquer its truculently unforgivable leash; with the impregnable lamp of truth perpetually glowing in your conscience; instead,

Don't vindictively kill spirits; neither get killed by their savagely acrimonious curse; but forever conquer their nonexistently appalling spell of bad luck; with the flame of righteously tireless perseverance in each of your footsteps; instead,

Don't salaciously kill laziness; neither get killed by its uselessly indolent ingredients; but forever conquer its treacherously lackadaisical gallows of stagnation; with the timelessly majestic and golden globules of your honest sweat; instead,

Don't impetuously kill greed; neither get killed by its satanically maiming mortuaries; but forever conquer its hideously amorphous dungeons of dismal decadence; with the rivers of resplendently benign selflessness cascading through your veins; instead,

Don't indiscriminately kill infidelity; neither get killed by its ghastily stabbing inundation; but forever conquer its beguilingly distraught fangs; with the beats of Immortal Love; compassionately palpitating in your heart; instead,

Don't rebelliously kill poverty; neither get killed by its gruesomely emaciating estrangements; but forever conquer its ruthlessly strangulating roots; with the unlimited opulence of God's creation; which was profoundly embodied in your veins; instead,

Don't violently kill depression; neither get killed by its traumatically beheading pathways; but forever conquer its maniacally wastrel gutters of emptiness; with the victoriously congenital spirit of happiness in your soul; instead,

Don't pugnaciously kill prostitution; neither get killed by its bawdily shriveled ghosts; but forever conquer its sleazily sinful fabric of devastation; with your peerlessly unflinching specter of faithfulness; instead,

Don't savagely kill impotency; neither get killed by its ludicrously inane oblivion; but forever conquer its baselessly dastardly existence; with the endlessly abundant seeds of proliferation in your identity; instead,

Don't brutally kill hatred; neither get killed by its ferociously slandering fumes; but forever conquer its devilishly blasphemous tunnels of deterioration; with the spirit of inimitably priceless unity reflecting from even the most infinitesimal of your shadow; instead,

Don't ominously kill terrorism; neither get killed by its disastrously rotten stench; but forever conquer its indescribably despicable signature; with the waves of eternally altruistic peace drifting from each pore of your persona; instead,

Don't deplorably kill atheism; neither get killed by its heinously massacring bad-will; but forever conquer its sacrilegiously tarnished ramification; with your everlasting faith in Omnipotent God and truth; instead,

Don't irately kill the devil; neither get killed by his perilously sinister desecration; but forever conquer his coffins of sadistically tormenting lethality; with the blessedly undefeated humanitarian spirit in you; instead,

And don't vituperatively kill death; neither get killed by its hopelessly numbing daggers; but forever conquer its lividly crucifying grip; with each unassailably brilliant breath
of your nostrils; instead.