Did I chase the eternally soulful divine?
It just clasped my tree like a vine
How do I know strength in infinite lengths
when subject to all that evil vents?
I felt unbearable pain and unexpressed fury,
yet, I never relinquished my selfless duty
I am aware that sacrifice is my priceless beauty
in the wake of the lie being everyone’s truthy-fruity
And you can see that I am always `wanted’
The unimaginable indispensability has me haunted
Can a fierce will ever be daunted?
Even when undeserved disgrace has me taunted
I can never win, but I don’t fear debacles
Do I get depressed by villainy’s triumphant cackles?
Did I ask to be freed of the unrelenting shackles,
when Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery seems greater than my miracles?
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