Hey treacherous Prakash Saint Paul!
You really have the gall
justice to stall,
have its back against the wall
You dirty hijacking thief
Your crimes are never brief
Don’t come to me with the lavender leaf
You should face your own grief
You think forgiveness is cheap
And that with your cunning and treachery you can reap
For your crimes, eternal suffering should be your keep
Go to the sea of deepest deep!