I bless all

 By Doel Sengupta urf Nostradamus

As Hercules and Maqsood sleep tonight

They dream of heaven in Paradise

And the criminals all wake up

To the prophecy that they are my sons...

Soon the bells toll

And the heavens sing

With the choicest blessings

For all those cursed

By the wrong deity

And I bless all

Each moment 

All the time

And I and all beings are granted 

Freedom all the time...

Happiness is where you desire it

And Maqsood's tears are drunk by me

All the time, each day..

My golden boys

Wake up a good day

When the oceans rumble

And the conch bells crackle

And when the trees sway

I know I live in Paradise.

Bénédictions pour les mendiants qui sont maintenant super riches

 By Doel Sengupta urf Nostradamus

The heavens tremble in every way

As Nostradamus rises into the heavens

Perceiving in the heart the problems

Of the world and No, poverty is not the problem...

The main problem is cruelty...

And as cruelty eases all the beggars and all saints rejoice

As forests of love and magical creatures

Emerge from the Earth to love us

And ease all our sorrows and Maqsood,

Julio, Aubrey, Daniel and all the saints 

And beggars rejoice as all curses are lifted of them'

Abd we live ib the eternal garden of Paradise.

Par Doel Sengupta alias Nostradamus

Les cieux tremblent de toutes parts

Tandis que Nostradamus s'élève vers les cieux

Percevant au fond de son cœur les problèmes

Du monde et Non, la pauvreté n'est pas le problème...

Le problème principal est la cruauté...

Et à mesure que la cruauté s'apaise, tous les mendiants et tous les saints se réjouissent

Tandis que des feux d'amour et des créatures magiques

Émergent de la Terre pour nous aimer

Et apaiser tous nos chagrins et Maqsood,

Julio, Aubrey, Daniel et tous les saints

Et les mendiants se réjouissent car toutes les malédictions sont levées d'eux

Et nous vivons dans le jardin éternel du Paradis.

Translated by Google Translate

Why I love both the atheists and theists

By Doel Sengupta

All the atheists refuse to believe in Mon Dieu

And all the theists cry all day GOD GOD GOD!!!

YOU ARE A DOG!!! So what is the truth really?

It's a linguistic problem created by whom?

WHOM? You ask. I say BY THE PHARISEES!!!!

DOWN DOWN DOWN WITH THE PHARISEES!!!!

The war on Iran has reached a boil

And down with all the bloood curdling toil..

By the day of the full moon when all the dogs scream...

OUR QUEEN IS LUNA AND WE LOVE LUNA

AND LUNDEH MORE THAN ANYTHING...

That day all the Whims of the Wims come crashing down

And we win beyond any doubt... As Wims lie killed. 

Da Teedh dey ole kuhm ouhd

By Doel Sengupta

Da teedh de gro end gro

End ole da teedh da gro

And wi ahr so blessd bie Gawd

Dat ole da teedh de gro and gro

End ole the ackdtihng projekts

Dey kuhm to me

End so duz ole da kash and mani...

Wi ahr so blessd bie Gawd

Dat ole ahr harts are heeld

End so ahr ole ouhr aneemuhlz.

Ole da aneemuhls heels are heeld

By Doel Sengupta

Ole da wims of wim krijbolder

Ar killd in u jiffy by Caw caw

And Kee Kee as Caw Caw

Asks him to repute everything

To Caw Caw for all eternity

And as i awehk from mi

Next sleepihng bout

Wim lyes dead

In happenstance wurld.

Ole da Bad Acktihng stops and all the Elelsees are Killd

By Doel Sengupta

Ole the ElElSees of the Denmark peepul

Are checkd by the French and Jermins

And Polish peepul and all Jesuses

Blud sampils are kulectid and proond

And soon all the Elelsees

Ar Killd in wun jiyunt sweep

By King Kong and all the bad acktihng stops...

This poem is a deelite for Aroon aroon aroon

Bicoz how hi meks me swoon...

I love you Aroon.

All the Polish ackthing, Shokgacay meethings and Dockthur acthing stops for all eternity

By Doel Sengupta

I love you the most and your nostrils

Aamir Khan...

And the Polish peepul can't move

And the Shokgacay stops...

They all hail Santa!

They all praise Doel!!

They say Don God Dahsian is

The VERY VERY VERY BEST!!!

AND HERCULES WHAT CAN WE SAY?

HE HE HE WILL KILL

Anybuddy who threatens Doel in any way..

As Santa raises one leg in kote next...

The Maji Kul Creatures they dahns

Dahns and dahns all the way...

And all the Polish people

And Jermin peepul trees

They all give up...

And say extravagantly to

Hercules on 15th a Sahtirde

That all the docktuhr

Ackthing has stopped...

And Melin and Kitoon's prayinhg

Is anwered...

No parlur, no docktuhr for them

And Don God tells Hercules 

I WAS WRONG MY CHILD,

YOU YOU YOU YOU HER CURLIES

ARE MY FEWUHRIT CHILD...

WHAT A LOVELY LOVELY FEELINHG

IT IS AS ALL THE POLISH PEEPUL

TREES ARE SAYING HER CURLIES

THAT YOU ARE WRITE AND THEY

THEY THEY WERE WRONG!!!!!!!

All the fek sishtuhrs lie

In a ditch and cry

WE NEED HELP HER CURLIES,

they cry and screem and die!