I was never an oyster or a cloister of a nun to my Sun;
It was the deep sea that always had me undone!
And its stalwart, Prakash Sant Paul, the bodygrabbing of a gall;
He is a culture that is even an insult to an ever-feeding vulture
Did he not spun his web with his cunn(ing) and steal my Sun?!
I had to, due to him (PSP), keep poisoning my poor lungs!
My poor Sun; how did I always have it on the run?
And how I had to hurt my poor Mum!
I couldn’t even mourn for her; I just went dumb!
Because of that Prakash Saint Paul’s travesty and treachery; all his vilest fun!
Get lost to the edge of the Solar System you critter of a creep!
Let all those floating fish there, be equal to your depth, with their deep!
Or get fucked from my universe, and, outside of it, find your sleep!
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