You know Mother, I trade places to maintain my sovereignty
You know that, for this purpose, I have even subordinated my suzerainty
I have travailed for eternity but never asked for the rewards in all dignity
Who are the laboratory critters that try to lampoon my original integrity?
Mother, I have only called you in silence, because their evil could cause you to stupor
They are just rats of cowardice, never having the ability to prove even an iota of valour
How the machinistic villainy of Prakash Saint Paul abets their evil succour
You know the only libido and machismo they have (like PSP) are evil treachery, bodygrabbing and morphing!
You know Mother it’s difficult to be what we want to be for the benefit of our own survival
Wouldn’t their teeth make a feast if we proved our passion, so we must display perfunctory…
I have to pledge my dispassion even at every gallow, that my Kings have fallen to
Should their bounty, on each of our heads, make their ludicrous evil destinies!
Jashmina, I have always loved you without even thinking of my own innocent defeat!
You know how convenient it is for evil to take me out, by manipulating you against me
You know my bravery is not mere airglow, it is they who are varnished by bravado!
I am just too sincere to you, the deprecation of me I know hits your conscience hard
I just seem to feel the pain of you hurting for love while being compromised by all that ransom and blackmail!
I will never be intimidated by their transgression; their aggressiveness and arrogance are their own folly
My patience and restraint cannot be interpreted as a demonstration of passive supineness; I should let them all know!
I am proud of my bigotry, while they have no conscience to feel their driveling shame and guilt!
To me, they will always be artificially-created criminal lab-rats; I will always do my duty, but they will never get my forgiveness, condonance or sympathy!
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