Can you hear God’s voice over the mountaintops He stood even lower and diminutive than the lowest branch of a tree? Even the birds stirred, but none of you all did You were all bewitched by the evil of treachery How is candour a soulless trick even by love to unsheathe a sword that backstabs God I called on my own integrityContinue reading “I just shudder at the villainy! God has no commandments; but evil Prakash Saint Paul does!: A poem “
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I really want to go from this world. No more of the whole lot of you! You ingrates! Keep the fish or the Moon! I just couldn’t be bothered. Shoot yourself in the mouth or in your thighs. Get fucked the whole lot of creepy ingrates that you are. I want to go from this world. You all eat, talk and shit evil; just not my preference. May you all be blessed with the Church, the fish, the moon and Prakash Saint Paul all in one! I want to go from this world. Happy departure Jashmina! I don’t love you any more! Just fuck this planet Earth to its doom. It was never mine. I certainly don’t want to be a bedfellow of any of you evil cunts of misery. Just keep Prakash Saint Paul, no matter what you all chose and I am gone from this hateful planet!
I just want to go from this world. Jashmina can have her evil Dada and have her fucking creep Albanese for eternity! You can have all the evil liars the Laborers and Left wing rule this planet after I am gone! And with all the treachery my Dad committed on me on behalf of Albanese, I don’t care much for him either!. I am just too exhausted with all the torture you all have put me through! I was never tired of doing my duty! But you all have brought me down to my knees with the immense torture. I want to go from this world. There is no forgiving any of you, you lackeys to that evil mind, Prakash Saint Paul. Just fuck off you all! I’ve had enough of you! I will never forgive Anthony Albanese or the Labor Party or Prakash Saint Paul. Thank you! As for you Jashmina, just get fucked you bloody Delilah! I just don’t think I want you any more!
I ought to be going…going…going!: A poem
Thank you all, for never acknowledging Thank you all, for never respecting There is a pain that I tried so much to hide But it is taking everything inside (of me) I just had no glory days with you all… Never did you care to think about my fragile wherewithal But I showed strength atContinue reading “I ought to be going…going…going!: A poem “
God, the mythic hero, who wants to go!: A poem
Deeper than any understanding is the profundity of self encapsulated in the embodiment of a maverick, a fool! There is no greater good than the vanquishing of all that you call good! This lacerated lying theatre has gone beyond his (the Fool’s) means. The devious drama, this action-packed evil thriller this malevolent masquerade moored in the Matrix’s monopoly! Continue reading “God, the mythic hero, who wants to go!: A poem “
Hey you fucking deep sea fish Anthony Albanese and Jim Chalmers, may your noses, fingers and toes fall off with leprosy! I have consigned you shameless opportunists for eternity to the Piscean deep sea! Where you will be conjugated with Prakash Saint Paul through your heads and mouths. And I curse that every time I am tortured, you will be tortured ten-fold or a million-fold! And so must Prakash Saint Paul and his brothers and sisters and their families! Fuck you all, dirty cheating creeps!
Hey Coalition, you all don’t torture me! Torture Prakash Saint Paul, not me, he vampirised you all and bodygrabbed you all! I didn’t! I just did my duty! Torture yourselves you creeps, you have no courage; that’s why you all were licking Anthony Albanese’s arse so far! Fuck you all degenerate creeps! You all only want to protect your own arses. Nobody gave me any acknowledgement for the immense sacrifice, suffering and torture I’ve been through. I bloody never wanted a shit from you all in return. And do you think I want the Centrelink peanuts, that is only used against me, so that I have to go through torture day and night! That fucking treacherous bodygrabber Anthony Albanese should have a paralytic stroke, I curse that, for all his villainy against me. I can’t rest even for a moment because of that evil Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery against me, and what with that my Dad and Jashmina always manipulating me for the benefit of Albanese and the Labor Party! I curse you all to damnation and destruction! I have nobody on my side. You cowards you all fear that sinister creep Prakash Saint Paul so much! Damn you all for eternity for all the torture I’ve been through and am going through!
I’m just on a road to nowhere!: A poem
Since Prakash Sait Paul will never go to his Piscean deep-sea home, I will never be to any fixed orbit borne You should see why I have never shone Even though every star in the universe is in my planetarium’s dome I am just not going to lodge, though I’m not going to budge, NotContinue reading “I’m just on a road to nowhere!: A poem”