I will inhale the horrific ghoul of pain so deeply into my lungs.
I will inhale the appalling spectrum of tremendous pain and let it run frenziedly into my veins.
I will let the pain invade, penetrate, and rock every single atom of my being.
I will let the pain shake and threaten tremendously the deep foundation of my existence,
and throw its terror into my terrified soul.
I will let the pain rise to its podium and continue its timeworn speech.
The overused speech about my ancient engraved worthlessness,
on the preserved walls of the predestined inevitable defeat.
The pervasive dogma about the humble surrender of the meek souls,
to the grinding mill of the unmitigated, unbearable pain.
I will assimilate and contemplate the hurricanes of pains into my severely tormented heart.
The hurricanes that emanate from the fiery mouth of the dragon of sadness when its roar deafens my ears.
The menacing thunderous roar of sadness that merciless uproots and cruelly eradicates.
I will breathe the horrific booming thunderous voice of sadness so deeply into my lungs,
and let its seismic waves run perfectly parallelly through my veins.
I will let its shocking waves come together, reinforce each other, and move justly one way.
Very reinforced, united seismic waves, frantically fueling my muscles and my brain.
An indescribable inner earthquake will lead me towards the ostentatious ogre of astounding pain,
and make me teach it a valuable lesson about how the real pain should be.