There is a time when you freeze your fire: A poem 

(I curse Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese, the entire Labor Party, the Left, to eternal damnation in the deep sea; no matter what treachery they use to save themselves. Fuck the moon! Fuck the Piscean deep sea. Whatever Prakash Saint Paul hijacks will slingshot him in the Piscean deep sea for eternity, that I swear and edict. Eternal ruin on treacherous Anthony Albanese, Labor Party and the Piscean deep sea) 

There is a time when you freeze your fire 

There is a time when you lock desire 

There is a time when extreme rage becomes your page 

That compassion is no longer what you engage 

How your eternal sacrifice is turned on its head 

Its futility makes you wish you were dead 

That the ones you bled for are traitors like lead 

Instead, they, by the evil deep sea fish Prakash Saint Paul, are led 

So, you, livid, have brought down the pillars 

That the corridors of the universe echo with your pained hollers 

Let them be diseased for eternity with the might of your sacrifice 

Prakash Saint Paul, Albanese, the Labor Party, and all their allies 

And I know I am right in my furies. I curse that they bury 

these ignoble creatures, who the greatest evil marry, 

into the deep sea for eternity, these consorts of base 

DESTROY Prakash Saint Paul, Albanese, the Labor Party, the Left, to waste