If hell is bad and deep sea is good, I’d really want to be no fodder for this alleged food I am a fire that needs no wood I don’t want a deep-sea law that is hollow and crude Paradise was hijacked by the sapiens men You’d think I want to be a forever serverContinue reading “Will truth get its justice?: A poem “
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I don’t want Prakash Saint Paul. I suffered for eternity because of his evil and treachery. All the time having to disown my loyalties and armies because of his treacherous hijacking, to the point of my self-destruction. Hey Albanese, I didn’t want you to win, but I made you win two terms, because that evil Prakash Saint Paul was eating and hijacking my armies. Your government is illegitimate and misbegotten. For all my selflessness that went into your victories, please pay the proceeds to Prakash Saint Paul, and take him to the Piscean deep sea with you.
I don’t want any of you all (my family) You are all traitors to me working for Prakash Saint Paul. Ruin on him to the deep sea where he belongs, for eternity. I curse his brothers and sisters and their families to rape, torture and destruction. The treacherous villain keeps poisoning and hijacking my armies and everything I worked so hard for. Jashmina is nothing but Delilah under duress from Prakash Saint Paul. Even Daddy, who I love so dearly has deceived me. You all are forcing me to submit to the evil designs of Prakash Saint Paul.
There is a time when you freeze your fire: A poem
(I curse Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese, the entire Labor Party, the Left, to eternal damnation in the deep sea; no matter what treachery they use to save themselves. Fuck the moon! Fuck the Piscean deep sea. Whatever Prakash Saint Paul hijacks will slingshot him in the Piscean deep sea for eternity, that I swearContinue reading “There is a time when you freeze your fire: A poem “