Can you hear God’s voice over the mountaintops
He stood even lower and diminutive than the lowest branch of a tree?
Even the birds stirred, but none of you all did
You were all bewitched by the evil of treachery
How is candour a soulless trick even by love
to unsheathe a sword that backstabs God
I called on my own integrity and noble ideals
only to be reviled by you sots inebriated by evil treachery
So how did God discover a traitor in each one of you
But did not name you, not even to deservingly condemn you?
Jashmina, you had me exposed by making me transpire my truths
So that both evils Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul could get their victories
You can all sing my requiem in the hated Church’s aisles
So, that this be the comeuppance for me, the only one who had any integrity
While the flock of you abandoned righteousness for a matrimony of convenience
I think you all should swim in the seas that envelope you for eternity
Jashmina, thank you for vandalising me so unscrupulously all through; Dad you were of awesome help to my enemies!
I just didn’t shed any tears, but I worked so hard for all of you, you only demeaned me in return
Donald Trump, I can’t help you, nor do I intend to; you may just as well be victimised for your own sincerity
The fishy deep sea destroyed every construct of mine in the Solar System from the onset
Yes, we have Prakash Saint Paul make me bed with my enemies because he rapines my armies
And would you believe Prakash Saint Paul had all my options narrowed down with checkmate?
But you have preferred to love the Laborers that spited me from the onset; And what would Prakash Saint Paul have me love with his onslaught of treachery?
And I want to go from this world, I really want to go!
There were worse times in the past of history which I copped, but, now, I really want to go!
Since I really can’t cop my humiliation anymore, so, I really want to go!
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