Jashmina, I am your James; do you want Jesus?
Not that Saint Paul, so treacherous and devious
I walked the universe for you for so very long
Do you think all this straitjacket can blunt my song?
I don’t want an imposed moon; it’s not my boon
And I am no hypocrite to cast the fish’s rune
I’m not going to call it a day, just this way
The harder you all make it for me, the firmer I’ll stay
You know their Eden was the erstwhile Babylon
And their Hades was the mines of Africa; I am never wrong!
Didn’t they create slaves to work in the mines for gold?
Do you think I’ll fall to the snares? I am very bold!
We are not the watery Enki and Ninti, who in laboratory
birthed in test tubes Adappa and Hawa, see?
Our story is much older than this familiar history
We fought for eternity, not for mere victory
I am torn apart by my loves, loyalties and duties
It’s very difficult for me; but I asked for no help or freebies
I was alone to the bone, but my light always shone
Despite the relentless treacheries, I still carve the universe in stone
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