(There is no place in my paradise, for hypocrites and traitors)
Oh! The gall of that Prakash Saint Paul
He thinks he can break me like a doll!
He never had any fucking balls!
Clandestine treachery lives within his stalls
I am warning you leaders all
If you want it soon; I’ll blast you all to the moon!
And if the fish is what you wish
I’ll fuck you all to the deep sea’s niche
I’ll fuck you all! Let grief befall!
My fire is ire, Allah is not my call!
Your fishy Pope! I’ll fuck that dope (and all his fish)!
And you all with the hangman’s rope!
You bloody hypocrites tried to put the fear in me
Pandering to Prakash Saint Paul’s evil; demeaning my dignity
You have all seen the patience of God
not his livid rage and punishing rod!
And I will sow such distressing discord
All your trumpets and crumpets will be poisonous pods
You have all thought that treachery will outwit me
Even if you blindfold me, my purity will see!
You can’t do service to both friend and foe
I tell you I’ll make that your eternal woe!
I suffered for you all since ages ago
I’ll punish you all traitors like never before!
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