I am sickened by the torture, and sodomised by the treachery!: A poem 

Do you think I can keep alive by the villainy against me? 

Run your lives in the batter of evil banter, and ruin mine? 

I just undergo the carnage; but what do you all reckon? 

Where are your loyalty and gratitude and what should be my weapon? 

Should I be ferocious even when I feel I am dying; can I sustain the lying? 

Do you think I can insulate even if I were the gigantic Great Wall? 

Do you feel redeemed by the insolent desperation of Saint Paul? 

Am I to believe that you think my righteousness is the cat call? 

Go to church and pray fervently that your souls will be saved! 

You can think, to the degree, that the fish will have you all engaged! 

Heaven is a place where there’s offerings of delightful bread and wine 

Do you prefer that God should be pilloried in every event of his defiance? 

And such is your phantasmagoria that your reality has edificed on it? 

I am no longer in your black and white realm, will the colours of AI befit (you)? 

What does it take for this singularity to fulfill you rather than the original? 

Have you scanned the skies so much that you think you can fit it with illusion?