Do you know Jashmina, there can be no life
in hating and vengeance; but submitting to
evil is certain death! You should understand
what I am trying to tell you? So, suffering that
comes from belief is not a crime against one’s
honour; but the fighting bravery of retaining it!
Did you know Sylvia Plath hated her father?! She
never forgave him to her dying day, when she
committed suicide! And she tried suicide many times before!
You know I suffered so much treachery from your evil Dada;
anyone in my shoes would have been absolutely
devastated by the eternity and perennialism of its existence
in my life, and my own eternity. But I
have never been weak-minded, always persevering!
It is God’s strength! It is his believing in himself!
Forget about sparing me, did your evil Dada even spare you
from his morphing vampirisms and bodygrabbing?
So, I can understand why you fear him so much
and betray me for him, me, the one who eternally
loved you and sacrificed for you! Is pretentiousness
your cure, Jashmina? That prevents you from reciprocating
my selflessness to you? And I ask you, are the wicked
so strong and indomitable in their mendacity, that brave
warriors like me cannot deliver their comeuppance and
retribution? Should you know that the only justice that can
be had is lex talionis? But how I always exercise restraint
for you? And only have suffered in vain to this day,
knowing all evil’s treachery and being patient. You know
Sylvia Plath called her father a bastard! What do I call yours
in my patient self-demolition! Should I call him the biggest
creep, pervert of the ages? Who didn’t spare My Mum, Dad,
or anybody I loved, my pets, my armies, or my loyalties with his evil?
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