How poor are the world`s creatures?

　　That they relied on the spider, to write,

　　And the tiger pounced,

　　His claws between her thighs,

　　Said the fucker`s working now,

　　Said why did you leave her behind,

　　I hope to see her further down the road, come in her twice, say he was satisfied,

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　　How much of a loser you are inside?

　　The spring must flood out, engulf the world with their blessing, bind the people together, in holy matrimony,

　　For god`s family, and the vampires nodded their heads, said I grew hungry and god fed me,

　　Said the love was blinding,

　　I`ve never gone this deep before,

　　Maybe they`ll milk it all out of me,

　　How much would it be worth,

　　The world, and three eternities, as an out,

　　For those who dared to look,

　　And the lady cried, said why didn`t my dad love me, because god claimed me, said I needed her, to satiate a thirst,

　　Good work, little one, my lovely baby sister,

　　I`ll protect you forever,

　　Said it was really heating up, said I miss the winter, but summer`s not yet here,

　　On this queer spring, mourning the moon,

　　The god seeds, and the dragon babies, the young demoness, the four fairies, the nymphs, and the satyr who tried to tempt them, said write me in next eternity,

　　Said it goes on, East to West, all the world`s creatures, feeding, greedy, and willing to pay, say Hail Mary, the soldiers are ready,

　　For the revolution.