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I couldn’t be bothered compromising myself so much to the one who (Prakash Saint Paul) committed crimes and treachery against me from the beginning of creation for the convenience of all you selfish, ungrateful people. I never ever asked for anything from you all, but the peanuts and crumbs to survive. I just think, I’ve had enough; and want to go from this world!

The megalomaniac Donald Trump only wants the Nobel Peace Prize and a third term. He doesn’t care for how much I suffered and sacrificed for him.

I don’t want the Centrelink payments. They are only Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery against me!

Everybody is so afraid of UnPrakash Saint Paul, they’d rather protect him and put me in a mental institution., if I don’t bow down to him. Let me remind you all that I suffered for eternity to save you all! Though I’m very tired, I’m simply not afraid!

Hey UnPrakash Saint Paul, you spineless creep. Come out in the open. Using everybody against me. Shame on you! HADAP!

Everyone is so afraid of unPrakash Saint Paul, because he is both devil and deep sea . I made myself vulnerable to him because I wanted to save the souls of Everyone who deserve to be saved. When I can easily destroy him. He keeps committing treachery against me in the bargain!

Please Atlas, don’t strike the Earth! I can destroy, but I have been very patient with the evil of watery men! I know I love her and I know she has no option, but to commit treachery against me!

Salutations to the suffering Motherland: A poem

Remember, all those times you died for centuries when your trees were broken spindles, bare of leaves when your shoulders were gnawed like excavated mountains when your veins were poisoned fountains Remember the times of the hangman’s noose when grief and despair were let loose A sword is never blunt to a fallen victim Is thereContinue reading “Salutations to the suffering Motherland: A poem “

I call on Atlas to strike the Earth!: A poem

I am being blindfolded and backstabbed Everybody I go to is being bodygrabbed Jashmina, do you want to return my eternal sacrifice with your deceit and pack of lies?! Albanese, you really think I’ll go dizzy with your never-ending treachery! You have a bedfellow in Prakash Saint Paul And the two of you are at each other’s beck and call! Continue reading “I call on Atlas to strike the Earth!: A poem “

I am God; they want to blindfold me: A poem

I am God; they want to blindfold me and trick me They want me to use my sword against my own armies I rejected everything to live a lifetime in poverty Because the deep sea and devil are full of treachery How am I to be in vain; like I must resist going insane But in pain, I laugh;Continue reading “I am God; they want to blindfold me: A poem “