Do you think that we are taxidermised props
in a museum, lost to history, to posterity;
That we can’t circumnavigate the dead-ends
if they took our hedgerows, and made our gardens
also gang up against us! You know animals know
better that even after carnivores eat carnivores,
and carnivores eat herbivores; there is reckoning
beyond the acoustics of the world’s amphitheatre! My
lineage is not abrupt, as you all may believe it so!
There are no ashes, when the flame keeps spiralling
out of the woodwork! That is the essence of my
vegetation! Unless you want to go to a place
where the sun never rises! I think all religion is
puerile stuff; and ask for external faith, exorcising
the ghost of consciousness within you. I believe in
me, myself, I, with humility! I have seceded all ego to
do my duty, so far! But those who think they can take me
for granted, and feel sure that they can make me
fall prey to their vilings, ought to know – how they
will be liveried for eternity!
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