I don’t know if an end is coming
I just want to stay clear of the Lab rats
that are snipping their teeth into the wires of my soul
To end a conundrum, I’ve asked myself
that I want to move to another suburb,
another home; I had no party here!
There was like a convoluted joke all through
I didn’t feel pasteurised by what I breathed, ate and drank here, but only smelled defeat!
But I kept my sanity, my wits, and, above all, my sense of humour
Would anyone have laughed, like I did, all through the pain?
You think I can keep turning away from the things I cherished
Just because a stowaway takes charge of my every wish
like a thief, as large and encumbering as a prehistoric sea animal
I want to ship him away into the abyss where he belongs. But how?
He is so thick-skinned he is unwilling to leave,
wrapping his tentacles around me and everyone I love
And nobody dares to challenge him for fear of daunting reprisal!
There is no piety in a duty that only is compelled to be subservient to evil
that the treachery makes me relive historical deaths every moment!
I don’t think I want to die, pitted against everyone I love
for the convenience of an enemy who doesn’t relinquish his tenacity.
I really want him gone! Begone Prakash Saint Paul and your minions!
Not the ones I love though, that are victims of your hijacking perversities.
I command you to let everyone have a free will of their loyalties!
And I know who and what I want! And, Prakash Saint Paul, I certainly don’t want you and your evil machinations!
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