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Fuck you all! I don’t want a shit piece of a penny of a farthing from any of you all! I suffered so much, and I have no regrets. Not even that anything I stand for has no chance because of the treachery against me! And did you all not cause me suffering and frustration because you all wanted to appease Prakash Saint Paul and punish me for not submitting to him, and get leveraged by causing me pain. I don’t owe anybody a damn thing! I decry and condemn you all, because you all owe me for saving your souls, and you all were only ungrateful to me in return! and I don’t want anything in return from you all! Just think that I have reserved my phlegm for all those who committed crimes and treachery against me, and I will spit it out at you eventually!

Were to comeuppance stand tall?: A poem

Would you think if I fell from the high wall and cracked up like an eggshell in sardonic laughter, Humpty Dumpty being in a yolk of yoke? All God’s kings would survive the collapse? You can see treachery has a ball Ego-gloating and all! Who is marked by infallibillity the victim or the villain… the prey or the predator? You can seeContinue reading “Were to comeuppance stand tall?: A poem “

Hey Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese, and the Labor Party; I am really full of mocking laughter at your overwhelming treachery (Hahahaha!) I love to see you all barking up the wrong tree (all the time)! Hahahahah! And use Jashmina all the time against me! Hahahahaha! And I am never going to forgive you all! I don’t care if Donald Trump is defeated! Or the Coalition is dissolved and destroyed! But I sure know into which abyss I will cast Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and the entire Labor Party for eternity! Guffaw! Hahahahaha!

Hey very educating Australian Broadcasting Corporation; Channel 20, 21 and 24 is really a misnomer for you! Hahahaha! And please let Labor do all the talking, particularly on Parliament Time. They are very generous to hijack your channels, but I deem that you have nothing to do with the number 2. Because you ate from Labor’s pantry, not me. And so I command that you are no longer No. 2!

Anthony Albanese, you are no hardworking ant, but a devouring bodygrabbing fish! So how you really are like a laborer who didn’t work for his living, but fed on the fat of treachery; because you think you can shark-grab what you please, with Prakash Saint Paul’s clandestine placation? You faggot, what do you want to take all? Me, Donald Trump, my Jashmina, My Dad, My Mum, Sussan Ley, the Libs, the Nats, any body I love? Get fucked and stick your head in Prakash Saint Paul’s guts! Both of you eunuchs don’t have dicks, but treacherous bellies! So go on and have sex with each other with your treacherous bellies! Fancy mouth-to-mouth kissing?

My love for you is no mere message in the bottle: A poem

Do you think I was prone to believe that the eternity of my love was just a message in a bottle, and not a humongous writing on the skies? Did the stars not frequently recount what were the beginnings of us? If you peer into the limitless night, you’d hear the melody playing for me and you! Did you think IContinue reading “My love for you is no mere message in the bottle: A poem “

Is God only being subject to injustice? Must I cop it?: A poem

Did I not wish heartily for all I loved to be sitting around the dinner table of eternity; and would the festivities be tuned by the music of freedom from history; that was so full of perversions that we simply rewound to the originality. Like it was all a surprise classic from a cassette player with a divinely stereophonic sound! And I amContinue reading “Is God only being subject to injustice? Must I cop it?: A poem “

Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem

I remember the flame on the festooned candle of a communion that I failed to have faith in somewhere in my growing years, not out of disillusion, but out of a faint conviction; Like a nebula that breaks out from its gaseousness to take on the clarity of stars. Somehow, I always felt that I was my ownContinue reading “Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem “

Hey WordPress, you have blockaded my blogsite for too long; you transgressed against me in collusion with treachery’s song! Do you think you have the right to frustrate my dignity? Remember, I’m paying you, you are not doing it for free! You are just a platform for my expression and creativity; I don’t owe you any loyalty! Don’t think you are above impunity; for the frustration you have caused me!

Hey Anthony Albanese, what’s got your tail? Did you see the missive in the mail? Have you lost any of your fishy scales? Or are you just turning pale? Or did you get foot-in-the-mouth disease? From thinking you can bite anything you please! Historic injustice has been done to me, but I’m still very kind; Unlike you all, I never thought of protecting my behind! And should you think the treachery against me favours you? And my sublime generosity, would I rue! I will tell you, I have every right to shame you! But, to me, you are only insignificantly pathetic; my war is not about you!