I slice the onion, dicing it, after cutting it in half;
peeling its skin, feeling the crust of the earth slip
over its mantle and fall into the depths of a garbage bin!
I surely do love to cook, but I feel it getting acrimonious,
and eating becomes quite a displeasure with the bitter
aftertaste of treachery. You know that my cooking, sleeping,
eating, reading, writing poetry, are all subject to external manipulation.
Such that I have to bely my own honesty, like a wanton
self-destruction. Yet, I am no navicert in the Straits of Hormuz!
Even though I get admonished by my dearest for feeling a sense of
interminable wrath. I am told I can’t reignite a flame, once I
extinguish it. But who can blame me for feeling so contemptuous to all
when there is so much evil and treachery around me! And I
have to cop so much torture, moreso physical, and even other forms!
I am not nacreous sweet lending caramelised appetitive taste as an onion.
I just am restrained only because, for your information, my true love
sets that task on me! What really do I subject myself to for my eternal love?!!!
I can make all your vanities go in vain! I am simply orthodox (not Christian, though),
I care not to impress anyone with my attitude. That is the reason why I exhibited humility
while copping so much utter punishment and cruelty for no crime of mine, when the actual criminals,
like Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese to mention a few, got away with their crimes
and murders against me! I will just let you know, my blood is not brittle and just does not fit
in the amphora of villainy. It flows so that it can cause retribution and comeuppance to the
villains at will, but for the cautionary advice of patience, sublimity and restraint. I am not a
sweet-toothed faggot! I have extraordinary supernatural powers despite losing so many of my teeth!
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