Directed to the foreheads of: CP Group - led by the detestable Chearavanont Family and the Pulpit that led us to this whoring corporation - St. XAVIERS COLLEGE, MUMBAI - A Jesuit act.
The boundless and brazenly perverse individuals, strutting about like a mammoth sized narcissistic force that causes much darkness in the world by exerting dominance for a time that's given to them under heavens.
Yes, there are reasons, we suffer...
Each tear is bottled up, each deed brings about stinging rectification so that we may account for it, hence these instruments get some longevity to grow stronger in wickedness.
I have many a times screamed out: "Why are these filthy animals even alive?!"
I have camped on all their deaths, and with a conscience crystal clear.. I continue to...
Because... they camp upon me & what's mine, begetting nothing but mortifying slap backs.
I watch carefully and scrutinize the life path of these disgusting, unethical, lawless beasts. The way they waltz in and the way they're swept away.
Gives me much joy to see the supernatural devastation of the momentarily gloating dark forces of power.
Until they're swooped away and uprooted, thrown on the bed of anguish, and the people who were chastised and pained instantaneously shall thank the Creator, that we were allowed to refrain from gleefully, with much confidence in a path that seems to have no momentary consequence, but when the waves of equilibrium, the waves of pain that you've caused assemble to consume you and restrict you to the bed of anguish...
Who will save you?
Who will go through the pain for you?
Who will settle your accounts?
You can't bribe the unrelenting forces of equilibrium. You can't bribe the unrelenting forces of death.
We are indeed blessed, if we are immediately rebuked for our folly.
But... but.. Now it's their turn to be thrown into the fire!
The Bed of Anguish
// poetry
I know there's a bed of pain
Yes, a perilous bed of anguish
Unto the adversaries body it shall zap,
Like a salted wound pierced they shall languish.
Devouring fire upon fire
The iron bars repulsive to the foe
A farmland reaping torment and wickedness
The overlapping torrential waters is where the wicked one's row.
Trouble upon trouble befalls them
They know not where to run,
How they used to gun down free thought and expression
They gun them down just for fun.
Keeping it clean as a whistle
I relentlessly whistleblew all your deeds.
Dismantling hypocrisy and self-righteous behavior
Set aflame those carcinogenic "Baubles and Beads"
Well, well, looks like the shoes on the other foot
Watch how the table violently flipped
For the lives tyrannical oppression has consumed
The bed of befitting anguish has clipped.
Now these perpetrators will run....
Run like never before and be tripped over by the bed
An imprisoning bed to torment sadistic tormentors
A Hopeless climactic piercing instrument, on which the tyrants lay dead.
