ATLEAST DONT DO THAT SIN

We dont expect astoundingly extraordinary gifts from you; not

even the most infinitesimal of bountiful commemorations,
But at least dont mercilessly trample over all the
extraordinarily majestic that we tirelessly endeavor to shower
upon you; at least dont do that sin to your severely ailing and
old parents; dear children.
We dont expect compassionately invincible hugs from you; not
even the most diminutive tear-drop of heart-rendering empathy,
But at least dont ruthlessly disown all our invincibly unshakable
embraces towards you; at least dont do that sin to your
inevitably decrepit and old parents; dear children.
We dont expect brilliantly insuperable victories from you; not
even the most fugitive speck of altruistic martyrdom that would
do us and our country proud,
But at least dont hedonistically spit on our indomitably
unblemished victory of so royally procreating you; at least dont
do that sin to your disastrously maimed and old parents; dear
children.
We dont expect insurmountably infallible reverence from you;
not even the most beguiling trace of sacrosanct dedication and
honesty towards us,
But at least dont demonically desecrate over our timeless
prayers for your eternal betterment; at least dont do that sin to
your penuriously hapless and old parents; dear children.
We dont expect impeccably glorious truthfulness from you; not
even the most evanescent trump card of unassailably burgeoning
success,
But at least dont barbarously decimate our unshakably
perpetual truthfulness for you; at least dont do that sin to your
miserably withering and old parents; dear children.
We dont expect the entire wealth on this fathomless Universe
from you; not even the most ephemeral castles of
unchallengeable solidarity and heavenly ambrosia,
But at least dont insidiously annihilate the castle of royally
celestial dreams that we had constructed solely for you; at least

dont do that sin to your uncontrollably shivering and old

parents; dear children.
We dont expect unceasingly endowing verses of symbiotic
poetry from you; not even the most abstemious chunk of
priceless humanity towards us,
But at least dont satanically transgress across our perennial
love for you; at least dont do that sin to your helplessly
staggering and old parents; dear children.
We dont expect everlastingly fragrant sharing from you; not
even the most disheveled wisp of support towards us in
treacherously cataclysmic apocalypses,
But at least dont lecherously chop our hands which wanted to
forever exist only to regally protect you; at least dont do that sin
to your impoverishedly orphaned and old parents; dear children.
We dont expect blissful rides on your exuberant shoulders; not
even the most bedraggled piece of fructifying sublimation from
you,
But at least dont diabolically torch our lips which knew nothing
but to smile only for you; at least dont do that sin to your
flagrantly disabled and old parents; dear children.
And we dont expect marvelously reinvigorating fireballs of
breath from you; not even the most deteriorating corridor of
optimistic light in your eyes for us,
But at least dont hedonistically snap the fangs of our life which
we lived every unfurling minute solely for you; at least dont do
that sin to your despairingly blinded and old parents; dear
children