Do you see the collage of my convictions fall to the depiction of you?
If I can’t hold a candle to you, do I hold a mirror to you?
Is it that the leonine flavour of love I perceive is my only possession?
And how does it lead me down the valley from my being a lofty mountain?
Do you see the outcrops of my soul are still pylon-communicated, like my innards to my pores?
These outposts are not lost to me, they bear my truths, like an incandescence
not removed from my towers reaching out to the satellites over the atmosphere!
If I should chose destruction to despair the entire connivance of ignobility!
Do I stagnate my honour, my dignity, my integrity, even if compliant volition only demeans me?
Then what was the intrepidity with suffering I displayed for so long when love only defeats me?
I want to change the lock to the door of my home, even if I don’t settle scores!
I must don my valour, not be plagued with the inimicality of what those conspirators conditions are
For, I am not deadwood flotsamming downstream, but a hautboy shouting to the skies
Would I ask you all a question if you dare to undress the divine from my divinity
That I should not drown the masquerade in the irateness of my final act of human destruction?
Ouranos will not turn a blind eye to Canada’s truancy from his path?
The EU will get such a rap of declinature from me, that it will be written off right from the start!
And all your elections placating treachery of rodents’ despicability, and your wily propositions will get you all a posterity of immense hostility and retribution from me?
Just you all Lefties (labourers) watch out for your comeuppance!!!
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