A few words to say, I may: A poem 

I have sacrificed many a life 

and never asked anything in return, at any time 

It is Prakash who wants what is mine 

What is a creeper, what is a (di)vine? 

And Akhenaten (Moses) only looked to the sun 

and of them nine, he wanted none 

The priesthood fumed and spurred a revolt 

And Moses simply had to bolt 

Across the sea, was a land 

that looked like promise by God’s hand 

The sea was parted, but Moses departed 

before he reached the land he wanted 

And Egypt lay behind the past horizon 

But I swore each day by Elyon 

That the New Testament is not my tome 

Its love and light are a fake shining stone 

A lot of gold of Earth was stolen 

to build the love and light of the Christian heaven 

But I can tell you the hell of nine and seven 

is better than that alleged heaven 

You must know that planet ten or nine 

is all water and not much wine 

In a place more frigid than snow 

the fish wants, your soul, to swallow!