Alfonso thought about it since he was twelve….
Today, it is imminent.. Yes; it should be now before it is too late..
He is just not so sure where or when to start…and
With what?,….With whom?…..And why is it need:
Mate, it is a pain in the neck. Call whoever to recreate stinky souls..
When all done; devils will entertain the town again..
Chimneys fall on the backer shop..
Bar girls running across the street half naked..
Holding her son with bloody weak arms; Kate screams.
Be aware, the buss driver just went unconscious; drunk maybe.
Now, Alfonso calls again…
No answer… Why? Where it the Lord of the rings..
Where did all the peculiar guys disappear?
Alfonso, it is just another one ugly illusion of yours; Kate shouts..
Time to create it all over again; Maintain you manhood.