Here I am singing my song when I’m on the threshold
of 62; even if all of you are stone deaf to my lyrics,
except the ones who want to manipulate them (the lyrics)
illegitimately in their favour, of course! If you all have any
iota of morality in yourselves, or a sense of original spirit,
without it being dampened by the waters of the deep! Heed!
Where does sound travel faster, land, air or water?
Look at yourselves in the Hall of Mirrors; it’d be worth more
than wanting the Hall of Fame, if you choose to see yourselves
draped in coffins and wreaths, that is what your souls are?
And if you bother to reflect and genuflect to the truth?!
Fish are psychopaths and have no souls, but they do go to
the deep freeze of heaven, of course! Don’t think you
can eat them, they are streaming on land to eat you alive!
Those Laborers working in the sun, should be burnt by it;
especially when Prakash Saint Paul pretends to be the sun!
Should I be hanging up my boxers to give you all your fun?
Or should I keep you all in battle and see you all undone!
And I dare anyone to dare me on that?! Particularly that faggot
Prakash Saint Paul, and all those crossbreeds (morphers)
who seek to gain out of his treachery? I am not scared of defeat and
death! I know even Donald Trump is! I couldn’t be bothered seeking
anybody’s vindication. I have looked after everybody’s interests;
nobody cares about mine! Guess who are the ones who come forward
to please me for their own selfish benefit?: The ones who have committed
the most crimes and treachery against me! Guess what’s new about my life?
The invisible arrangements (by treachery) are getting frequenter and frequenter!
And who was celebrating today, because I called two of my sisters? And because I
called for cleaners? The criminal Labor Party, of course! You can see those creepy socialists
are the biggest capitalists of any communication I undertake! Hahahahahaha! Talk of
hypocrisy! You know even my farts smell better than the stink of that fishy lot!
And just let me tell you what happened to me today: A man came
out of the blue to assault me. And I yelled at him: Get fucked out of my sight! I’ll fuck
the daylights out of you if you ever show your face to me again! Get fucked from this place!
Like I would want to tell my detractors and those criminals and treacherisers against me
the same thing! The stink bombs that the misnomed Channel 24 ABC News let loose on me
smell as bad as the stench that the Australian Labor Party has let loose all over Australia!
And to think that my rights of creative writing are hijacked between Prakash Saint Paul
and Albanese and the Labor Party (strange bedfellows they are I must say)! Not strange
when I’ll tell you they are cut out from the same fabric of the waters of the deep sea!
I can see how Donald Trump looks tearful every time I access my blogsite on WordPress.
Would you know how they all gangrape him when I do that! And, of course, if I say that
they will take WordPress away from Donald Trump; will they then give it to Xi Jin Ping and China? Hahahahaha!
All those who don’t have the courage to stand by me against the lechers
who travestised and sodomised me for eternity, will never be mine. I know I have already cut off many
people from my eternity, you can all just guess who they are! No more pretensions, please!
Especially from Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese, and all those who collude with both of them and use my own armies and loves against me!
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