You are all subjecting me to a
falsification of my values. My poor axioms and principles
like an island surrounded by an antagonistic, hostile sea!
Or by a maze, where I can’t seem to find the Minotaur
Who will befriend me and raise my coat of arms!
Is any heraldry of me, meant to be?!
That you all expect me to carry the weight of the world
for your measly peanuts, that are a scourge on
my integrity and a devolving of my dignity
between evils, to compel my being bodygrabbed and my subjugation.
You all know that I am a subjunctive in my
exalted being, like a capitalised preposition.
And yet you scampering villains are treacherising me, intimidating me
to make me vulnerable to all your foul play!!!
My sisters have no idea they are being used against me
in a comatose of their own fantasy, being fed by it,
to bellow ignominy on my soul! Dad, can you find
your voice to shout them (the villains) out! When will truth
comply with honour and beget justice? If you can call
a sane intellectual highly-spiritually aware mind
insane, because it suits your wily purpose against him.
Mother, can you fell those criminals against me in one fell swoop?!
I curse them for making a scapegoat of Putin!
Jashmina can truth bind you, and not deceit against me!
There has to be loyalty in love, Jashmina. Or nothing can work out!!
I abrogate all contracts. None of the great leaders have any courage!
No institution of the world, for that matter.
I will have to take on the villains on my own bona fide in myself and strengths!
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