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ALL BLOOD IS RED. ALL BONES ARE WHITE. ALL SWEAT IS GOLDEN. FOR IT IS NOT THE COLOR OF OUR SKINS, BUT THE SPIRIT WITHIN. There might exist eyes; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this fathomlessly eclectic Universe, There might exist hair; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this boundlessly virile Universe, There might exist skin; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this mystically resplendent Universe, There might exist lips; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this unbelievably emollient Universe, But. All blood is Immortally Red; All bones are Symbiotically White. All sweat is Perseveringly Golden. For it is not the color of our spuriously shriveled skins; but the Omnipotently inexhaustible spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.

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There might exist eyelashes; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this handsomely majestic Universe, There might exist desires; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this triumphantly effulgent Universe, There might exist victory; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this pristinely priceless Universe, There might exist fantasy; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this magically mitigating Universe, But. All blood is Poignantly Red; All bones are Celestially White. All sweat is Holistically Golden. For it is not the color of our sporadically extinguishing skins; but the regally Omnipresent spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.

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There might exist noses; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this ecstatically mesmerizing Universe,

There might exist destiny lines; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this brilliantly undaunted Universe, There might exist eyebrows; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this unceasingly proliferating Universe, There might exist brains; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this miraculously blessed Universe, But. All blood is Unitedly Red; All bones are Impeccably White. All sweat is Timelessly Golden. For it is not the color of our penuriously squeamish skins; but the insuperably Omniscient spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.

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There might exist shadows; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this victoriously gargantuan Universe, There might exist freedom; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this unflinchingly intrepid Universe, There might exist melody; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this perennially virgin Universe, There might exist beauty; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this unconquerably unfettered Universe, But. All blood is Inimitably Red; All bones are Heavenly White. All sweat is Gloriously Golden. For it is not the color of our intermittently wailing skins; but the unsurpassably untamed spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.