(Based on the lyrics of a song: Easy Street by Queens of the Stone Age)
I am chandeliering, not briefly, but like
a steady constant lamp, precariously from a ceiling,
in a risky dark of eternity! You can call it my signature arc,
like an endorsement of my own antiquated tribulation
that lives like a regenerating thumbmark through every lifetime!
You can say it is an incredible spark of sacrifice; not just a lark!
In the specificality of ongoing incorrigibility of treachery,
my attitudinal indispensability of staying put in overwhelming
and imposed difficulty! So, I rough it up even as the ones who
insist they love me screw up all that I worked so hard for, (I think)!
Well, sabotage can come from the farthest places through the
nearest provocateurs! I don’t believe in walking to my own
Calvary or wallowing in a perpetual Gethsemane; but what can
you do with bravery being habitually scourged? My sovereignty is
most important to me, not their statism! Should I give up hope?
I can cope, even if you drive me insane! Everyone else does too!
The powers that be effectively do too! I, myself, could too! My latitude suggests
that supineness is a degree of indolent (or absence of) courage! They say my mind is
being read (by corrupt entities wanting to capitalise on my initiative?)
So how come there is impunity for those treacherous entities, and not for my
indulging in some sort of sucker punching in self-defence, then? Must I be waylaid by
the treachery of men without respecting my own honour? I live for what you say, even
if I have to deliberate between you may not or you may; and I may not or I may!
I have an affinity for both sides of the month of May, start of June; and I know too well
about where does July lie? Oh that fateful, destiny-engraving evening in late July 1996;
when I felt the sheer benevolence of the skies; and I thought I had you! It was still
meant to be nearly (pun intended) far away! And I mean, but I mean, restraint in
the courage is the hallmark of my duty in the wake of what you say,: `Violence is
never the answer!’ I question, yet, how he has not been bludgeoned in the face!
On the contrary, I’ve been unjustifiably and undeservedly tortured and treacherised so terribly;
can I now see all my tribulation go to waste? I’ve been struggling, as well as dead
with patience, for a long time ago, just to let you know just in case! How come justice
in destiny never makes haste! I’ve had no luck; Can you give me yours, dearest chaste?
I am absolutely certain that I need you! If you need me call me! Or could it just let it
all vainly be? I thought, and I am constantly insisting, that we need each other to be free!
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