I think I never told you about my turquoise lips,
that when parted did not remind you of the deep
For, in my life, I barely spoke; knowing that speaking
was an act of betrayal of oneself to the enemy! But I
thundered like a volcano that could upset the entire
atmosphere! Word got around that I had divine powers!
My True Love restrained me from exercising them. Would she
then be the Delilah exorcising me of them? She was
preaching restraint? I was patient, even though the blood rose
over horizons of self-restraint in anger; and ebbed in painful sublimity.
The things I did for love! I copped so much suffering; undertook so
much sacrifice for her? Jashmina, do you see what I put up with for you?
Do you think you can tell me that I have no idea of the age catching
up on me without truth and justice manifesting or how the evil has
gotten away with their murders against me because of my love for you
and my following your cautionary advice? Evil Prakash seems to be offering
me an illusory blank cheque now, when all else of his treachery has failed!
I wish to tear it to shreds and fling it at his face with the brief salutation of:
GET LOST! GET OUT OF MY LIFE! Jashmina, must I say you failed me
because you lacked courage to call out the evil working against me!
Do you know how Albanese got away with his crimes against me, while I suffered in
silence! Shame on him! He has no shame, no guilt, no conscience! He won’t even
resign with remorse over his culpability! I feel perfectly enraged(!) wishing the
tempests of the winds crisscrossing Olympus Mons, sweep across space like disastrous
Martian winds to envelope Earth and bring the world to see what it should see.
Sometimes, it takes utter destruction and apocalyptic catastrophe to make
civilisation come to its senses! Jashmina, would you understand me better if you,
yourself, felt the pain and torture and immense suffering I went through for you!!!!
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