Did my patrons in the Zodiac cause and pause to see
the environment of construction and destruction in the melee?
My trees were all swapping leaves to avoid that persistent disease
How long could I be patient and give evil its undeserved lease?!
I walked aimfully to the sun, to catch it radiate without its fire
because, how could its light be radiant under the tyranny of a liar?
He could have altered the world for his own disgusting convenience, not for me!
I only persevered and sacrificed to set it eternally free (from him)
Paradise is eager to come down like a magic carpet; I am God and genie
Let Prakash Saint Paul’s hypnotic mask fall off and his defeat be seen
I am the miracle that does the vanquishing of some, when, it, my creation befits
Do you think I served the world, unfailingly, for my destined Kings and Queens not to have it?
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