I can even take on the Supreme, if He doesn’t stand for justice: A poem 

I have never strung up my gloves; they are certainly no doves 

Does a war machine stand for justice, even if pitted against his own loves? 

I have given my enemies their misbegotten powers; their victories are rotten 

I have truth; but for long, I have let their lies reign from top to bottom 

This blood and sweat that sacrifices, don’t ever take for granted! 

Alone is the relentless battle, but was never left feeling daunted 

I love too much. I am too sublime. But all of you I must remind 

I can be a destroyer. For I am Shiva as well as Vishnu, the divine 

My enemies laughed all their way to the bank, at my generous cost 

But I can tell you, with all my patience, my cause is never lost 

Does anyone think all the treachery against me fools my soulful Spica 

Jashmina, I want to remind and warn you that you are my Sarah, don’t keep being Delilah! 

I can even take on the Supreme, though I’ve never stopped believing 

If he doesn’t stand for truth and justice, I’ll even have him relieving! 

I have copped eternal suffering; you can’t leave me with the feeling 

that Prakash Saint Paul can go on eternally with his vile dealing