This is a legible ballistic missile to evil (AA, PSP and their minions)!: A poem 

While Prakash Saint Paul is the enormity of evil, 

Anthony Albanese is a mere appendage, pretending 

to be wholesome populist generosity, when all else  

of his wickedness fails! He has not even the glimmer  

of confessionalism for his treachery! Would he even do it  

at the fake altar of Pope most (Un)Leo; they may just as  

well exchange garb in the corridors of the Vatican! 

For Albanese, was once the murderer Pope Clement V, 

if it should weigh on his conscience, should he have the  

dignity to suffer unmeasurably for his crimes? They’d rather  

have indolence than rigorous punishment for their crimes; 

the whole lot of them (PSP, Pope UnLeo and Albanese, and  

their minions)! Should they ignobly intimidate me?! I am not  

yesterday’s child! I have divined my own greatness that does  

not fear personal loss or defeat; unlike the whole lot of you, 

in your sordid wickedness, trying to avoid your comeuppance 

by treacherising me! I swear, you will have no gates open to you  

for eternity, I swear that(!), besides the confines of an abyss! And should  

you connive any more treachery against me, the more certain  

will it be of that horrific reality and eventuality! I dare you! I dare you! I dare you! 

(Do you want me to tell you what happened to Philip the Fair (PSP) and Pope Clement the V in the aftermath of their burning Jacques du Molay (me) at the stake? Hahahahahahaha! Do you think I am afraid of any consequences?)