You can see that the bodygrabbers always derail
the engine of my convictions, defraud the directions
of my vector, with the parabolic treachery rising out
of the ocean of criminality. I have the honesty of the sun
in my eye and all the planets that resolve their straightforward
orbits in its jurisdiction. We can never see the wings of justice,
because they have been hijacked and overlapped by the injustice
of being abducted to the distance of the fish
floating at the edge of the solar system. Everything I stand for,
is depreciated by its annexation. If I do not insist on the caterwauling,
I am not transfixed with the Pisceating. I have reserved no resplendence
for either. The lemon tree must be able to strap out the boots of its roots
and take a leap from its repressive stratospheric sea into
a haven that resonates the sound of my valour and that of every
footsoldier and cavalryperson of my endeavour. I don’t bequeath my love,
or relinquish any of it to the ignominy of evil. There is justification in
the prospect that an evil leader (A.A.) must himself be kidnapped
for his relentless acts of bodygrabbing. And mustn’t Prakash Saint Paul
be made to suffer for his eternal crimes and treachery?
What are the world’s resolutions for the New Year?
Come join me in my fight against the evil hijacking of truth!
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