I am not just a vapour exhaled by the earth
to die in the ephemerality of a moment(!);
I am so old, I could have died with age
and antiquity; but I kept burning, like
a child who musters evergreen timelessness
such that he can forget his name and years,
decades and centuries, but never forget
his cause! This onslaught of evil for perpetuity
cannot deliver the obsoleteness of purpose
even if posterity wills to forget it. You all
never gave me riband for my sacrifice, but
intimidation for my honest valour! Did you
all pretend you wanted to break my spine,
turn me into a fallen leaf to be swept aside
by a careless wind for your own convenience
and leverage?. If I would deign to abrogate with hopelessness
my lonely shields and drop my sword that would
become too hot to handle? I have, in fact, self-anointed
in the face of my Goddess, priestess and princess fearing
to nomenclate my Godhood for being put under duress
and threat; even if my Olympus Mons were to be violate
and be laid bare, and its replica Mount Olympus, that
I portended in place would cease to be the abode
of my offspring! You should see even the Universe
would take a step back and raise an arm and bow in
salutation of my courage. Do I need Trump or anybody else
who seek their own equilibrium so as to disadvantage my
intrepidity (I do not altogether blame Trump, though) and waylay
my innocent bravery? I have not become euphemistic, I have
not abandoned my sacred scurrility because I fear anybody’s
reprehensible retaliation (?!), or punitive action in calling it a profanity;
I am just feeling misfortuned by the betrayal by friends amidst
the overwhelming and utter chicanery and villainy of enemies! I am
sworn to keep burning even if the entire Universe was snatched out of God’s hands!!!!
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