You are my little bumble-bee!

I know i will have to trust thee

so c’mon and lay your hands upon me

my eyes will sink in infinite blood

and we will become so fertile that even the infidels shall have some questions

The sky screamed for help when i met you

for i did saw the Holy Mother in your face

Your fingers print marks that soon will overflow

Oh, your dress smells like God in a tiny hole.

Indecent, ofcourse, but not inappropriate

Infame, but undoubtedly an effort that will last for a lifetime

It’s true! I shall not survive without you

Oh Lassie, oh lassie, it needs to get inside of you

for i am totally, totally driven to the last ditch.

You are my little bumble-bee

but try not to save me

try not to save me

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