I am God; they want to blindfold me: A poem 

I am God; they want to blindfold me and trick me 

They want me to use my sword against my own armies 

I rejected everything to live a lifetime in poverty 

Because the deep sea and devil are full of treachery 

How am I to be in vain; like I must resist going insane 

But in pain, I laugh; and my laughter will cause them pain 

That fishy swine bodygrabbing Albanese and devil UnPrakash Saint Paul 

take everything of mine and straitjacket me against the wall 

Jashmina is not my love; and she is no gift from above 

Like Delilah, she only wears deceit’s glove 

And you can tell they use my Dad to have me had 

UnPrakash Saint Paul is evil, hijacking what is mine, making it bad  

And my promised land will never get paydirt 

It will only be wiped off the earth 

I have always been left with the box of Pandorra 

I am God, star-crossed by evil every hour 

Oh! How I toiled! How my sacrifice was soiled 

They want me bodygrabbed and taken 

in the blindfolds, eternally shaken 

I curse them to eternal damnation! 

You can call on heaven and hell 

working against God, with no armour, no shell 

But such unbearable suffering I’ve known, it still gives me strength 

to go the entire breadth and length