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Hahaha! Evil deep sea Prakash Saint Paul is secretly married to all my enemies. But he hijacks whatever is mine, to defeat me and my armies. Hahaha! He has always been a treacherous evil liar for all eternity

Hahaha! Shame on evil deep sea Prakash Saint Paul! He thinks his constant hijacking is frustrating me and giving my enemies their lease on victory. He doesn’t know he is frustrated by his own evil treachery

Hey Prakash Saint Paul-Ireland! Since when did you start sympathising with my opinions? Or do you want to capitalise on my work, you pretender. Trying to be everything else but the deep sea that you are. Treacherous creep!

Hey Greta Thunberg! Go back to school!: A poem

Hey Greta Thunberg! You drool! Get back to school! Only the ignorant think that you are cool! You really have very much to learn Certainly not from the undeserving fame that you have earned No high-five for the climate, you pathetic alarmist! The honest witch would give your arm a twist You seem to haveContinue reading “Hey Greta Thunberg! Go back to school!: A poem “

Lighthouses of Ireland?….Under the deep sea!

Fuck off Ireland and Sweden! I’ll destroy you treacherous deep sea creeps

Is it a folly to be ever sublime?: A poem

Is it a folly to be ever sublime? Have I been patient beyond my time? Do the nine choirs understand that I see, dissipate, my promised land? Was it a mirage? An illusory concierge? Did I not walk the eternal desert, forgetting my urge? Even manna doesn’t drop from the skies Tell me, O SupremeContinue reading “Is it a folly to be ever sublime?: A poem “

Treachery can never get an everlasting try: A poem

Does the sharpness of light turn one illuminatingly blind? That as one is seemingly blind one can see all, forward and behind I can burn, as I learn Invisibly, unlike the fire of the sun Which fire is most divine? Do we see the immaculate sign? Is Prometheus sinner or saint? Did he make theContinue reading “Treachery can never get an everlasting try: A poem “

Does the Supreme’s honey come after sublime treacle?: A poem

The wind in the trees is shedding all the leaves Could all this suffering bring me to my knees? This old is an ancient breeze The clock that never stops; whom does it please? I open my window to a frieze It seems to question me: Does all the time in the universe measure upContinue reading “Does the Supreme’s honey come after sublime treacle?: A poem “

Hey Prakash Saint Paul, you should be subject to extreme torture for using everybody against me in your treachery. Just because everybody is mortally afraid of you, you shameless, guiltless, spineless creep!