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Hey Donald Trump, I love you, and would love to relax in your umbrage with everybody I love. But I am sorry, I have to keep fighting on as long as I am continuously checkmated and treacherised by Prakash Saint Paul, the fish, Albanese, the Labor Parties, the Left, the Church and all their minions!

Hey Xi Jin Ping! China is not my dragon! Don’t congratulate yourselves because Prakash Saint Paul and all his evil vindicators manipulate what I say. You and China are certainly no friend of mine!

Erodgan, is your inheritance the Sultanate(!) or the middling Mustafa Kemal Ataturk?: A poem 

Hey Erdogan, do you think you are heir to the Sultanate?  Or, which side of the fence does your Turkish dick sit?  Did you think you can bully little Cyprus? And get Greece  to fear if you please! And what is like your fixated carnal  lust for Europe?! You bloody creeps with lunatic blood  stole my Mother’s lands! Didn’t you even rape Israel. James’ (and Jacob’s)  legacy was…

These little endearments, and Crown and King!: A poem 

I can see my little babush-putt pouring out of my soul  like a warm little image of joy, but as vast as the universe  drawing out of my imagination. You know ink can never be blood;  even in my paper and pen writing days. My pet is mightier than sword!  Should I see my soul make a bridge from Venus to Jupiter,  The…

You can see the truth in these lines…!: A poem 

(Have a good laugh AA, PSP, if more righteous men fall to dust because of your vulgar treachery! There is never going to be any forgiveness from me to both of you, no matter how much you checkmate me to! That I have sworn! Keep on with your eternal futility! Hahahahahaha!)  What do you say about the bird …

Hey Microsoft, I’m going to macro hardwire you for your softness, do you have 25 billion or 25 AI gullotines of misadventured misinformation! Hahahahahaha! I love to see the desperation behind the grin! No forgiveness to you from me, however, AA! Forget about it!

There is no kind of hush, believe you me!: A poem 

Do you think I should only write furiously on my page!  Pandorra should reveal her storms in a bevy of bullets  And Medusa would bring out her snaky hairs like poison  The Cyclops one-eyed vision would take your flotttila to its submergence!   Did I cold-shoulder one treason to be bequeathed another?  Do you think your hillocks of treachery can go on…

What should be sought? And what I ought?: A poem 

I see the earth like a speck of dust,  like as if all its flowers, trees, shrubs,  colours, meant so little to me; even  as my own foliage sprouts out of the  Earth in me. I thought I was a fool for  so long carrying the sack (bag) over my  shoulders and having the dog bark at  my feet!…

I remember and will remember every crime committed against me for eternity. That I swear to you all, by flinging the gauntlet. I do not fear! It is you all (who committed crimes against me) who should be very very fearful!

Trump, you may fear the evil, treacherous ones, but I don’t! You may be prone to consort with them, but I never will! I never once asked you for your help! You are free to do what you want! But I will never seek convenience by succumbing to the evil, that has no shame, guilt, or conscience, that they think they can use brute force against me! I am never afraid of them no matter what they do! My mother is always with me; so I am not even afraid of death, should they think they can hijack her and put me under further pressure! I can assure you that the likes of Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese are accursed by me for eternity!