You see the mountains of my soul are gold
They stand like the pyramids of the universe
topped with a crystal benben stone each
which is crystallised from the most ancient
metals, an alchemy that formed out of the first material ever known
And I am just a bird and a stone, a dragon and a drone,
made of Godly bone. A fountain of fire uniquely known.
Substantiated by the ether of the yet, unknown
And you can solidify light and make graphite foam
But I’ll tell you, you will never replicate my light that shone
before it was stolen by Prakash Saint Paul
who in every lifetime, since, had my vestments torn
I have been no hypocrite, and have seen my armies
be victims of his hijacking treachery. And who do you
think stands tall with him; Anthony Albanese, who was the
Pope Clement the V of yore. I have been very patient and
very sublime. And they are trying my patience to compel me
to be recklessly self-defeatist! You can say that at any cost to myself
or my armies, I will never forgive Prakash Saint Paul
or Anthony Albanese. If I could remind them to peer into the mirrors
and reflect on their evil past lives, as King Philip the Fair and
Pope Clement the V respectively; when they stole my wealth, my secrets,
and had me tortured, crucified and burnt at the stake!
I will never be a faggot of a hypocrite, like the two of them!
Committing treachery against me by hiding behind other people’s skirts.
They are the most faggotty faggots I have ever known. They
should be imprisoned for life and tortured; or be unceremoniously
ejected from this country. And be punished with the ire
of all and sundry!
I will never forgive them no matter what!
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