I want to go from this evil world: A poem 

You can see that I am suffering extreme suffering for calling out the bodygrabbers 

And I know that you all abet them, and rather be hypocritical dobbers 

How easy and convenient it is for you all to comply with evil and treachery 

I speak the truth, only to get my armies defeated; and I am made my own enemy 

I have no weapon against Prakash Saint Paul’s desperate cunning and conniving 

And how can I keep copping this sacrifice in vain, when I have no chance of winning 

I was put in a madhouse because of selfish motives of Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul 

You can see their silent treacherous complicity has me and my armies against the wall 

And I am tired and worn out of having my sacrifice hijacked, eaten up and defeated 

I have been sabotaged and deluded by my own, because they fear what they will be meted 

I don’t believe any more. This is ongoing corruption. It has always happened since long ago 

And my mind is being infiltrated and read by evil forces that I absolutely abhor 

So, I forsake my armies. They can be eaten, hijacked and defeated for all I care 

And I am not waiting for Mum and Dad to come back; that the future we can share 

Jashmina will never come to her senses; she only leaves me threadbare 

And Prakash Saint Paul is so treacherous; that I have no chance at all, I swear 

I can say there never will be justice; my tribulation is unbearable; even God has failed 

And I don’t want to prolong this misery. I want to go rather than keep having evil bailed