Can you see the bull is not mere doormat to the matador?
And how he actually would love to call back the Minotaur?
Do you see there is legitimacy in responding to crime with crime?
But would you believe that sometimes those Masters of Eternal
Criminality, get away with their murders, like it was just swallowing confectionary?
And not a cannibalistic consumption of hapless righteousness! I have a list of too many
treacherous villains whose glory was pasted on the event horizon
of history; and never ever fell into the blackhole of comeuppance!
The bewitchery of the sainthood and beatitude bathed in your
illegitimate Halos? You all, who depicted history with all your hallucinogens!
And I just call out a wickedness in defiance, and so many evil of you
want to crush that defiance. Even if in my defiance, I have been patient!
Answering the sordid rape and rapine with just resolute expression! Does
retribution not even have alimony between rapiner and captive? I couldn’t care less for
recompensation, if you wouldn’t be Soul enough to go through your purgation!
You know Europe, if not history, has much to answer for. The bete noirs
still look gaudy in the most starkly emblazoning colours, while those
laid to waste are singularly ignored! They are (now) saying the Universe is
`Desire’. Would you reckon that so many worked for all that corruption
of greed! I have lived every lifetime in such patience and sublimity
to enforce the realisation that the Universe ought to answer to justice
and not greed and selfishness? How come they are trying to paint me in the Red of Labor?
You know wickedness is never an upstart; it is a prolonged thespian. But I am as well
a veteran, no new kid in town! You can seek to deluge me; but my abilities
are like Sandalphon, far too tall for your unsacred scourge! I can tell you Laborers
and Sapiens(!) you never seem to want to suffer for your eternal travesties. You have the stain
of wickedness of being contrived in a laboratory to the utter pain and disillusionment of every other
legitimate race on Earth! Who compels my beloved to confound me, between one evil and
the other, with the chess pieces staring back at me?! You disgraceful louts!!! Patience and sublimity are never
a sublimation to evil; and wickedness is never the flogging-whip to cause the surrender of the courageous humiliated!
There is more pride in sincerity’s defeat than in villainy’s misbegotten victory!
Aren’t you Laborers red-faced in shame with your murky repititive chicanery, that wants to take away God’s righteous
soul away from him, and all things that matter to him away from him? Nibiru, can be mere cottonwool
lampooned by the fires of obduracy, in time, should you realise that? Retribution may be late in the coming, but it certainly
causes an uproar of upheaval when it does arrive. Don’t try to fob me about the structure and form
of the Universe. Your universe may be a crosshaired substantiation of desire; mine isn’t!
My Universe is a sustenance of truth, no matter how much it is occluded. You red-vehicled Laborers and Albanese,
I have never panicked with the onslaught of anybody’s compulsive victimisation of me!
Don’t try to trick me with your vile machinations! I can be very ambidextrous, as much as play crosshanded! FUCK OFF you dirty creeps!
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