You know, I thought I’d shatter my bones sleeping with my enemies
No, these nights could be worse than nightmares of the holocaust
The black cats were walking between my legs, I was stepping
recklessly under ladders, building my dreams on tragedies, where
people were fleeing from me like the curse of Babel was on them!
You could imagine how I felt, like perennially wanting to jump out of
my skin! I see my Kingdoms blitzkreiged by rats and locusts, as if I
wished for no Kingdom at all, as if they were abducted from me before
I awoke; and my true love eloped as if she never had to bite her tears back,
while not batting an eyelid to look backward at me. And I knew, I was alone
in the darkness, where the only light came from strange enemies, so I wished
I was blinded! How I wished the pillars of evil falling over me would finish me off!
But no! I was too strong, too brave, too resolute, and too determined. Even if I felt,
and they (the evil) decried, I was digging my own grave! You know the devils couldn’t
take me, even if I had to traverse the whole distance with vampires clutching at me
and bodygrabbers waiting like crocodiles for me to step wrongly for escape into the
murky waters! You can see me now! I have restrained my power over demons and demoncrats,
even if they believed they were right all along for my humility! Can I decide whether I can
give evil Mamdani’s hidden clandestine agenda of establishing Islam in your hearths the victory
by falsely loving him or hating him (which I do). I, sometimes, listen to Apple Music thinking
if only wokeish New York (or the Californicators, for that matter) could actually wake up
thinking that God never was politically correct, because he was never impressed with faggots, if they
should ultimately and disgustingly depradationally reject him altogether for regressive Allah!
