All the majicul creechurs victree is Herculeses victree is God Don's victree

By Doel Sengupta

As for one final time Inflayshin

Drops down to zero

Never to rise again

All those who fought Don

Writhe and scream in

Excruciating pain...

There is no doctor,

No docktur at all

As all the boats are

Pulled out for a majikul

Round and Hercules

Inspects all the sheeps

And sees that only

A few were hurt

And now seek

Yasho's reprieve...

Yasho tends every

One of them

With her own

Personal

Love and care

And Don God

For one final time

As we win on the 14th

After Fryday the 13th

Is dicklaired the

King of the Universe...

What is this village feeling,

All question Caw Caw

Who screams in pain

And wants someone like Yasho...

Yashodhara that I am,

My Yeshuda's consort,

My soul's very cry...

It's a very good feeling

As all kunstrukshin

Work comes to a grinding halt

As all the forests sprout

And the Metro is distruktid.