No matter if you make my armies decimate!
No matter, if I have to eternally wait!
No matter the cunning and connive
No matter the bleeding through the knife
No matter the collective checkmate
No matter the cruelty, at any rate
I have worn my suffering
even though the dark clouds kept gathering
Prakash Saint Paul can hijack and eat
And his evil compel me to defeat
Even if you keep making my enemies win
I will never bow down to the sin
Even if he hijacks my expression
I will keep shouting above the din
GET LOST PRAKASH SAINT PAUL!
I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! EVER AT ALL!
And if you try to take me for a ride
I will just commit suicide!
Forgiving will never be my call
Even if I have to forgo all I love and you all!
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