I never felt like a pig, even though my birthday falls on the eighth
You see, I am neither pea nor pod, certainly not fish, I am God!
Do you think God’s heaven is in the surrounds of the deep sea?
From the Seraphim to the Angels; Thomas Aquinas couldn’t
have called them the nine choirs of angels. Christianity did not
break God’s apollonian stature, though it stole much else from him!
Would I be a loser, if my death warrant is continuously signed by
treachery. I just think I write down my abrogation as intensely as I feel it!
I am not cut of the same cloth as evil, though it tries very hard to tailor-make
me (not Angus Taylor). I have to make myself diligently crystal clear, before
treachery manipulates my words (not leave loose threads) for its
own suitability and sustainability! I’d rather war because all the chess
pieces only guarantee a deceit of me! I call on my friends only to see them
distance themselves from me; and who is made my consortium but
the enemies who historically committed crimes against me? I am left to
deal with the degradation of my soul, my aspirations and everything that
I stand for! But no! I am sworn to contest and dispute your therapy of villainy!
I know what is therapeutic to me. Poison replaces my embalm. I am just
going to be shattering its vials. You can say that I may be heralding World War 3.
What would a Board of Peace, would it be a Boar of Pisces; the Bread of the Deep Sea?!
Is Pacifism a magnanimous word, or is it as puny and pert as the fish of Fiji?
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