If I had to face a million galleons and face them when I’m cold and alone that could this take a fatal blow? A soul that they thought never had a chance to show But its might cometh like a divine child growing so strong against the solar winds that sail from every nuclei-eye of the sky and cheerlead a valiant but humble mind IfContinue reading “How I exalt the names of love, far above that treachery: A poem “
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Hey Albanese, you are an albino of wickedness. Did you not get Facebook to suspend my account because of your advantage from it! And they have given me 180 days time! How strange? Is it the fish you are after or Sagittarius! Shame! Shame! Make it very convenient yourself. Your treachery is good enough to serve your purpose now, but will it serve you in eternity! How fearful is everybody of your bodygrabbing?
Thank you Albanese, for all the pain and suffering I had to undergo because of your treachery and crimes against me. I’d like to have you know, that I still retained my sense of humour. And, do you have a conscience to prevent you from continuing with your crimes and treachery? How would you like me to condemn you in return. I have been very patient with you. But is your conscience working, yet. How pathetic!
Was this a circus of pretensions? I called on treachery to die of its own conscience in my patience: A poem
(You know the imposed assumptions of treachery. They can do all they want to make scapegoats of the vulnerable. I write this poem thinking what does it matter? Truth is in trumping its self-belief even in defeat (or victory?); unlike the criminals who have wasted all their chances of redemption. And I couldn’t be bothered, but I’ll never forgive!) I have lived like a storm and a gentle breeze This isContinue reading “Was this a circus of pretensions? I called on treachery to die of its own conscience in my patience: A poem “
Was this a circus of pretensions? I called on treachery to die of its own conscience in my patience: A poem
(You know the imposed assumptions of treachery. They can do all they want to make scapegoats of the vulnerable. I write this poem thinking what does it matter? Truth is in trumping its self-belief even in defeat (or victory?); unlike the criminals who have wasted all their chances of redemption. And I couldn’t be bothered, but I’ll never forgive!) I have lived like a storm and a gentle breeze This isContinue reading “Was this a circus of pretensions? I called on treachery to die of its own conscience in my patience: A poem “
I know what I don’t want. I don’t want Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese! No matter what contraption they use to impose their tyranny on me! And no matter who they use against me (Shame! Shame! Hahahahaha!) And no matter who they make scapegoats, it is their fishy evil crime (Hahahaha!)! I think that you should all mock their foolish futility and desperate treachery just like I do (Hahahahaha!) They are really deluded! I know who all are mine. Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul can morph from anywhere to anywhere, it doesn’t concern me! No matter what any of my enemies do, their crimes will beget them their retribution. I have not unveiled my secret mechanisms as yet; and I couldn’t be bothered doing it. Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul, your vanity in your power and treachery is your own delusion, deception and futility! Thank you and GET LOST! Hahahahah!
I don’t want to give Prakash Saint Paul a lease of life any more! I just want to get rid of him. No matter what he does to treacherise or manipulate me to seek advantages out of me. I declare that null and void! As far as I am concerned, he is finished for me! I just couldn’t care less if Anthony Albanese thinks he can infiltrate my existence if I disown Prakash Saint Paul. To me Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese are both the two faces of the same evil coin! Their treachery is like mockery to themselves! No matter what evil they conjure, no matter what vile contraption they use, they get my cynicism! They can both happily believe they are bodygrabbing everything to my detriment. I am constantly laughing at their futile foolishness, though I display my disgust so often. I can encourage them to be deluded. And you can say that I have reserved a place for them in the deepest abyss for eternity!
Dear Albanese….Hahahahaha! Guffaw!
Hahahaha! Albanese, I love to see you win Because you have such an alluring fishy grin There is more than gives me joy In the backfiring treachery you employ What is defeat, what is victory Your own crimes are marked by history And I’d like to encourage you with the gab that you will mostContinue reading “Dear Albanese….Hahahahaha! Guffaw!”
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