Author Archives: montecyril

Jashmina, you are so cruel to me. Your betrayal and torture of me should go down in history and posterity. It’s come to a point where the only option to me is suicide! You have no idea how you are destroying me. I have been very patient with you. Do you want me to destroy you?

Shame on you all spineless creeps! Only want to protect your own backsides! None of you have the courage to stand up for truth and justice! You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Everybody knows it is none of my fault. I only did my duty all along and if I failed to do it, it was because of the treachery against me, and because I was betrayed all through. I’ve been valiantly copping the immense pain and torture. I curse you hypocrites, each of you, to suffer the lifelong torture that I’ve been through! I want to destroy you all and the whale world! You all deserve that villainous Prakash Saint Paul, not righteous me, creeps

The alleged nice people need much introspection!: A poem 

I am silent but in reflective conversation  lying low in all that wickedness of judgement  letting a resolute chatter come out of me, like a spring doll  out of a box, just like a cuckoo popping from a clock  I have latent expectations at the moment,  but would they prove their overwhelming potency  This faint cry – toContinue reading “The alleged nice people need much introspection!: A poem “

Did you recognise love over fear?: A poem 

I know that rituals can become customary  They are not just seasonal, but a profound legacy  to the rhythms of the orders of the seemingly unconscious divinities  that shine like an unseen light through our faces  You must know, then, that love is not just its recognition  but a reciprocation of the sacrifice that was undertaken through eternity  ThereContinue reading “Did you recognise love over fear?: A poem “

I’ve been the depth of everything, but never the deep: A poem 

The water of weightlessness  is not the gravity of my soul  I was avowed to turn every fallen stone  back to the idols of my temple  Should you attempt to tear the tears of my face,  you will learn they are the blood from your treachery  I know the truth is faultless, peerless,  even with the shame that onContinue reading “I’ve been the depth of everything, but never the deep: A poem “

This evening, were there thorns?: A poem 

I have an analogy to myself; without the mark  of congratulatory annotations. It’s been like  this since time flew like a rocket-bird into  the universe. I never did anticipate a creation  that would be rocked by mutiny perpetrated  by an alien. I hardly ever thought about being  invincible till I was undone! I only felt the petals  of rosesContinue reading “This evening, were there thorns?: A poem “

This Anthony Albanese is an evil treacherous fraud. Not only did he commit treachery against me all throughout in conjunction with Prakash Saint Paul, He also tried to checkmate me by using members of the Labor Party, as well as the Opposition Parties, even Donald Trump, by bodygrabbing them, with Prakash Saint Paul’s blessings. He is now also trying to delude me with fake decoys! Ask me what he deserves from me for eternity? I cast him into the deepest abyss for eternity!