(Hey, you dirty creep Prakash Saint Paul! Acting like the victim and trying to solicit my sympathy, and committing treachery against me at the same time? You think you can get away with your most heinous crimes and murders by hoodwinking me?)
Where does eternity lie, in which flaw?
Where do your souls repose, in which jaw?
Do you think I should corrupt myself with compromise?
How do you shamefully beg me to make that promise?
You have all been cavorting in chorus of treachery
Do you think you all need lathi charge or simply my lenity?
I have braked your blunders, did my volition of thunders
seem to you like cruelty, when it was meant to keep your dignity?
Do you imagine I am a jackstraw to drudge in the scullery?
And the evil can pile up the pots and pans of my misery?
Should I unsheath my sword and arsenal of retribution?
Who deserves comeuppance for their vile contribution?
Have you seen my jacaranda and scented my sandalwood?
Have you closed in on truth and justice, not wedge the wood?
I am God with the rood, not the evil hiding under the hood?
Can you all discern; be astute? There is righteousness, and there is evil good!
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