From the purest sky a winged vision came,
She beats her silken wings for fame!
Knowing full well that she is doomed to die,
Should a hand crush this angelic fly!
Her lucid eyes, her eternal smile
Serene as time, lent its life a little while!
Her use by date had been longer than a day,
The sight of her fading plumage a sad display!
This virgin witch is no sweet creature
She unseeds pumpkins for Peter by the Metre.
If she strips Peter, you will see his fellow,
It’s a kind of sulphuric yellow!
Watering her eyes with killing tears
She was all but sixteen years,
Pulled by the roots from a stoney Hell
Deflowered in a wishing well!
Scurried by an incestuous Scaramouche,
Fandangoed by a dirtbag douche.
All in the shadow of a golden dawn
A dream of joy, torn with scorn.
Here we unveil a sans virgin witch
Alas one fine feathered Asian bitch
Scorched by hell’s equatorial climate
Licked by savage priest and primate!
AN ANGEL IS LOVE! FUCK YEAH!!!