Would your legions of an obtuse heaven
give you a hallucinated vision of hell?
There are strangers in the ghetto
at the peripheries of existence
who know more truth than your outdated catechismal Sunday School,
who could have revamped your wisdom (would you believe them?)
if not for all your information, which is a propagandist tool!
I could have been a lion, but would I have
wanted the accompanying fish?
I just wouldn’t want to be facelifted for corruption
I was never a makeshift nomad, but I am a compulsive mutiny!
I know they called my Mother the Queen of Heaven!
How sadly mistaken you all are by such an inglorious endearment?!
I have seen your tongue-twisters in Saint Paul’s fakedom and lies
Like he was the true pedestal of the Church
even if they hypocritically altared Jesus and Mary (only to abuse them!)
Do you think Pope (most Un)Leo and all the Popes deserve their beatification?
Perhaps only in the haloed confines of an ambiguous Church?!
Turning water into wine; but converting you all into loaves of slavery or consumption!
Just like Anthony Albanese’s jaws are a precipice of sharky carnivorous flesh-eating!
Would that sodden victorious light (Jaiprakash) entertain himself
(as he is Saint Paul) as deserving of both hell and heaven, whenever he chooses or pleases?
How come heavenly lab-rats have the courage to kick him out, but not hell’s bats?!
I am surrounded by treachery! Is it mere mockery or lampoon?
I am sure it wants to take me down; I am not run aground by all the world’s perverse fealty,
and even if love is victimised to transpire in those obnoxious, audacious inflexioned towers of imprisonment!
I am not run aground; I am grounded in conviction. I am not furtive, I am unabashed!
I know my glory; I am not verbalising innuendo, invectives; but a brave truth
I have not misconstrued my life, or misdirected my energy; even if many of who I epitomised were wantonly waylaid
You can see sacrifice is not only worthy of its cause, but also its result
Patience can shameface the evil, if not defeat it!
I have sworn I have a reluctance to be congenial with any evil!
I am never going to prostitute myself to ignominious wickedness! I am never prostrating!
Even if my silence and patience and passivity were manipulatively misconstrued as submissive and no longer defiant!
You must understand that true triumph is believing in yourself even at the cost of defeat and death!
I have rejected the stairway to Heaven
As I refused the one-way ticket to the Moon
And I will continue to reject any program conjured by evil, or manipulated by it!
The virtue of my self-fulfillment is in resisting treachery’s pogroms on all your souls and mine; if you all should care to believe in me!
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