Is a poem an orgiastic adventure. No!
It leaves you with no ejaculation! No answers!
I am answering to myself without solutions,
like an odd maverick, chipping at the mountain
of self-identity, because that’s what they want
to take away from me and my heroes! I am in a
democratic slipstream knowing my choice, but
wondering at the failure of my choice because of
the treachery. Your democratic demiurges
want victory for falsehoods. Yet, I am not looking
at the horizon of liars that wants to wipe the world of
my Kings. Is violence justified when fakedom becomes
the fiefdom?! I just assure myself that if the lies win,
I will demarcate my jurisprudence to deviate their
victory into an abject starvation, that they will rue!
If I cannot sustain my Kings, the rats will get only
ignominy in their reigns! Call me the figurehead of
impromptu comeuppance, even in my defeat. Like you know,
even if two millennia have gone in the supercession
of evil, God survives like a mythological entity buttressing
your reality. You can count on your misbegotten presumptions
to be bedraggled in the eventuality; because God can be defeated
but never be vanquished. Ravana is a cheat, and you all have been
deceived out of veracity by him; because you all are so afraid of evil
you only want makeshift convenience. God makes all the sacrifice
so you can be saved and you all don’t even realise that! How strange! How corny!
If my Trump is defeated, I’ll find a way to destabilse the forces that
defeated him, with a pronounced vehemence! That I swear with all the
wherewithal that I have! Just you conniving evil Democrats watch! Prakash
Saint Paul’s treachery won’t get you even the slightest bit of glory if you win! I swear!
