PSP, I feel so encouraged by your relentless ignoble deception,
that this treachery can beguile me, but I still laugh at your desperation,
because it gives me the determination to return your cabal with capability
though I have no inclination to see the damages done to my loves and loyalties
I have an imagination to defy perpetual perpetrators with an ingenuity
You can cover-up, knife and dagger and humiliate my sensibilities with intrigue
You can convocate my friends with the traitorship that you always rig
I am always sworn to rid my territory of the offensive, so deep I dig!
Your connivance is not rough-and-tumble, though my method is full of madness
Does your Mephistophelean trick burn like a larger candelabra against my menorah-maverick?
I am always wont to believe that everyone should get what they deserve
That is the stuff, in eternity, God is made of; his conviction, style and verve
He knows his intentions can be disabled by the opportunities sought by treachery
You may think you can conjugate posterity with the ensemble of chicanery
That I am confident you risk the default of your own inevitable destruction
And so, platonically, I am able to discern the helplessness of your victims
that under duress bare your talons against me; that undermines my dignity
But I am proud, in any case, that my fortitude never fails me or their vulnerability
I am just God who is seasoned to weather your evil, with avowed incompatibility