My Captain King, you know I love you very much
like a wind that wraps around this impervious castle
to feel the presence of that indomitable castle –
That it stands as if it were its own well-defended fortress!
The plausibility of sentiment is met with such contradiction
by annihilists of my Platonic love, that seek to defraud me
so that even you are confounded by the treachery against me!
My Captain King, 47 and 82 or 84 or 12, are no bygone, even if victimised
by the monstrous evil that besmirches and besmudges and besieges every
length and breadth of goodwill I have for you. All-ban them, all awl
the pall them. I am not footloose because I have no loyalties,
This urgent illegitimate legitimacy becomes pertinent by virtue
of my wanting to protect my sworn dearest friends from evil!
The dearth of my judgement at times becomes my own failure
and the depreciation of my Kings, but I know how to lasso the evil,
better than disparage my earth, air and fire friends! There is a recklessness
in rage, but also a method in maverickness! That, I swear by my
immense love for my pet Phunnu! If you know that my argumentum
ad hominin does not just subsist in this lifetime; it goes beyond that!
I swear my love for you, my Captain King, is eternal!
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