(Anthony Albanese, you lout, you were the Pope Clement the V who conspired to burn me, Jacques du Molay, at the stake! Shame! Shame! Commit Suicide!)
You know, when the temple bells toll
and the chants rise in crescendo(!),
The priestess vocalises her slipping
into another world, and her lips part with fire!
Then she speaks about rains, harvests
and battlefronts; what the Kings want to know
most! But I am no spinning dervish to garner
enlightenment from a conscious attempt.
The illumination just happened to me. Since
I was a child of four, my head stuck out above the
treetops, above the clouds, and into the starry night!
And I fulfilled my duty above all else, no matter the
immense suffering it caused me. You know the
Labor Party is so callous a bodygrabbing morphing evil!
(Just like the evil Left that sustains it!) So, it ought to
see that, first, I made my dear John Howard lose
to that worthless egotist Kevin Rudd; then, I took down
the righteous Tony Abbott, and then, I defeated my
darling Scott Morrison to give victory to the biggest fraudulent
lout of them all – Anthony Albanese, and twice at that!
And the evil Labor Party still thinks it needs to extract a
price from me! Without wondering that, it is they who owe me!
Shame on them! Shame on them! Shame on them, eternal evil!
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