Do you think
my honesty is their ink
to be capitalised upon, defeated and seized
by the evil diseased?
How much, can you guess,
can I go tireless and restless
because my selfless dress
gets treachery, and no redress?
The bodygrabbers in the oceans and rivers
And Prakash Saint Paul’s evil gluttony striking my towers
between his vampiring and hijacking
makes me a slave, when I am God, the maker of kings
while he goes on without getting the punishing!
I have given treachery too many commissions
sacrificed my eternal mission
Do you think I am only here to kill myself?
Do you think I can suffer, each day, from dawn to midnight’s twelve?
How Prakash Saint Paul pretends to help me
though it is only his self-seeking scheming against me!
I am burning out with internal fission
I don’t deserve such unending treason!
I want everyone in the world to know
that you all caused my sacrifice to be no show
Therefore, I really want to go!
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