(To the evil of Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese, the Left wing, and all their cohorts and options)
I did not ask for a collective will
because it would only be mutilated by treachery
But I have sensed the brittleness
of the perversities that treachery indulges in
Did I ask for demolition of the contraband?
I could always portend to be the vacuum cleaner
wanting to flesh out all the impurities
and make it all pure with the oneness of my soul!
Which entity is beckoning and beseeching me to: not yet prevail
and be the platitude of patience; Would you reckon a satyagraha
may evolve into its own marked identity?
As if its stillness embarks on a poetic triumph
You can see that all humanity’s imagination falls flat
even if it sets upon manifesting Jungian universalities
or the Aristotelian preexisting forms of conception, that are
yet being considered as humanity’s most modern inventions!
Because all that universality, for now, is a nuptial with
the pederasty of treachery, as long as that looms over us now!
I just couldn’t feel validated or justified if I let Kingdom-come be pre-empted
I will just say that I was ensconced in shades of grey for too long
But don’t feel deceived that you can wallow in these lying unwelcome ages
Treachery thinks it can have its say by its relentless hijacking!
But I will never relent to, condone or forgive its hideous ways!
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