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Really, Marcus Aurelius!: A poem 

Quote the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius:  “The happiness of your life depends  on the quality of your thoughts”  Of course, an Emperor knows the grace of his own wisdom  And Marcus, you were the least of the tyrannical Emperors  But would you say the gladiators were happy  when they had to face-off with imminent death!  And didContinue reading “Really, Marcus Aurelius!: A poem “

Thank you, Jashmina, for being partisan to the treachery against me! You really love to Delilahise my immense love for you, don’t you? What blessings are you looking for? The blessings of evil Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul, who are in clandestine cahoots with each other, but pretend to disown each other for each other’s benefit? Hahaha! Jashmina, I know how many righteous heads have rolled because of treachery! But what about your conscience? Hahahahah!

Talons can become fangs, at your convenience! Isn’t it Prakash Saint Paul? Poor Anthony Albanese! He can only bodygrab, he can’t vampiricise? Or can he? I laugh, in spite of all the treachery committed against me! Shame! Shame!

Pastures of hope?: A poem 

Did the mountains bow down to you?  Or the skies touch you,  leaving on you a mark of impregnability  such that you were eternally protected?  The clouds over you were always photographic memories  each time you died and reincarnated  We are visions of ourselves through remembrances  Love is a temple you keep within yourself,  expressedContinue reading “Pastures of hope?: A poem “

Mother, what happened to integrity’s country for aeons?: A poem  

Do you think I can cry over  those mountains that seemed like shattered skeletons?  Or the mother of a storm  breaking over my complexion   leaving behind lesions? No, they were not  the acne of an innocent teen breaking into puberty.  They were cancerous weeds taking over  verdant fields. My pride dissolved in the suddenness  of lightning of that rapine. I can thinkContinue reading “Mother, what happened to integrity’s country for aeons?: A poem  “

Prakash Saint Paul, you have committed crimes and treachery against me since the beginning of creation! You have no shame, no guilt, no conscience! Anthony Albanese, you bodygrabbing creep, you have committed crimes and treachery against me in spite of benefitting from my sacrifice. I consign you and Prakash Saint Paul to eternal damnation! And the entire wicked treacherous scheming Labor Party as well!

Fuck you all, you ungrateful creeps! You all have no character, no integrity! Go fuck off with that Prakash Saint Paul, his lies and treachery are very convenient to you all; not my truth! I’ll destroy you all!