O Dad! Do you see that I really want a colossal
rock to fall on Canberra, when all the politicians
of Australia are having a sit-in together! These
chameleons, locusts, gay parade, have words
of deceit falling like evil thorns from their mouths.
How I wish their gluttonous teeth would fall out in the same manner?!
I have no friends among them, they all have an allegiance
to that evil matrix Prakash Saint Paul! Their latitudes
of principles are as low as the Piscean Antarctic deep sea.
They are fit for the gallows. Though they want me to be
stripteased on the streets that they follow me every time,
I seek to step out of my home, albeit rented; maligning every step I take to
fall in tandem either with Anthony Albanese or Prakash Saint Paul!
I curse these politicians of Australia into the whorl of eternal damnation!
They are so unscrupulous, deviant of any veracity, mouthing
gutturals fit for the gutter. They deserve shambles and slums!…
Obliquing the culture and heritage of God, who is being defeated by their wanton
treachery. Even shame becomes an insult to itself, when
delivered to them, because they are just a hotbed or
hub of malevolent treason against Australia; because
they want to snap it from any Godhood that it savours,
into the jaws of that evil Matrix Prakash Saint Paul!
How disgustingly convenient they make it for him
and how difficult for me! You think God needs to be
sodmomsed by their evil, because he is being treacherised by
all and sundry. You can see that the Coalition deserves its
demolition, because they have finally exhibited their eunuchry!
Albanese has always been the fagotty queen of chicanery!
Dad, I know you feel so sad that there’s too much grief for me!
I can never have paradise, I am only suffering in this abandonment,
by the whole lot of traitors dancing to Prakash Saint Paul’s music of villainy!
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