My Sweetheart
My sweetheart's got seven heads and several serpent arms quite long!
She stretches out five eastern states and blackens out the sun.
Swarms of kittens with spider eyes are bursting from her sides.
I love the cute little part in her hair, as she burns the fields and skies!
I love the way she stops and stares with her millions of creepy eyes.
My sweetest little baby is a writhing mass of ectoplasmic goop.
With poison spines and a tongue a mile long and a goat head spitting poop!
Let's sacrifice a field of crying babies please?
So she can rip a hole through time and things can eat our face through our brains.
My uninvited gelatin from beyond the stars.
She's got an oozing pseudopod that never lets me get too far.
My sweet gal's got long long horns that touch the sky above!
The deepest pits have torn apart all filled with fire and floods.
All the paintings in the world are dark and bleeding.
There's ugly babies crying backwards on the ceiling.
You might be fine and swell-O.
But I'd prefer the Dev-Ol!
I mean, she controls my motor functions and my sense of moral juncture.
You'd crumble into dust if you even looked her way.
I'll never get enough of her she stretches here to London Bay.
My sweet lover wears a crown of ancient skulls.
And giggles when she crucifies a naked banker in the middle of a pristine lawn!
I love the cute little smile she wears, as she burns the birds and bears.
Her sweet perfume you can't escape.
Get through the ventilation shaft before its way too late!
My sweetheart's got what no other lover has;
Control over the meta-objective structure of multiple levels of existence.
I will love no other, she mutated pretty much everyone.
With eyeball bats that scream like mobs of octo-donkeys when they're horny.
It gets me quite elated... that vibrating sensation... of her 7500 ghz of astral macroplasmic radiation.
It was love at first sight, the moment she arose from the Void Of Eternal Pain.
Or maybe it was that squirming thing she laid down deep in the stem of my brain.
Maybe it's her hypno-rays?
Or her mutated zombie slaves?
Or the volatile fountains of nocuous gobs spewing out of her slit onto screaming mobs?!
You might think you're so heavy, but you've got nothing on my jelly.
The sweet Leviathon, to bring us to our very end.
You might think you're a peach, but you've got nothing on my Beast.
She's illustrious as she is dire to every living thing.
My vastly incorporeal Beast of all End Time,
She's the ecto-slime for me.
I won't give you the time.
I'm part of her body forever and I don't mind
She stretches out five eastern states and blackens out the sun.
Swarms of kittens with spider eyes are bursting from her sides.
I love the cute little part in her hair, as she burns the fields and skies!
I love the way she stops and stares with her millions of creepy eyes.
My sweetest little baby is a writhing mass of ectoplasmic goop.
With poison spines and a tongue a mile long and a goat head spitting poop!
Let's sacrifice a field of crying babies please?
So she can rip a hole through time and things can eat our face through our brains.
My uninvited gelatin from beyond the stars.
She's got an oozing pseudopod that never lets me get too far.
My sweet gal's got long long horns that touch the sky above!
The deepest pits have torn apart all filled with fire and floods.
All the paintings in the world are dark and bleeding.
There's ugly babies crying backwards on the ceiling.
You might be fine and swell-O.
But I'd prefer the Dev-Ol!
I mean, she controls my motor functions and my sense of moral juncture.
You'd crumble into dust if you even looked her way.
I'll never get enough of her she stretches here to London Bay.
My sweet lover wears a crown of ancient skulls.
And giggles when she crucifies a naked banker in the middle of a pristine lawn!
I love the cute little smile she wears, as she burns the birds and bears.
Her sweet perfume you can't escape.
Get through the ventilation shaft before its way too late!
My sweetheart's got what no other lover has;
Control over the meta-objective structure of multiple levels of existence.
I will love no other, she mutated pretty much everyone.
With eyeball bats that scream like mobs of octo-donkeys when they're horny.
It gets me quite elated... that vibrating sensation... of her 7500 ghz of astral macroplasmic radiation.
It was love at first sight, the moment she arose from the Void Of Eternal Pain.
Or maybe it was that squirming thing she laid down deep in the stem of my brain.
Maybe it's her hypno-rays?
Or her mutated zombie slaves?
Or the volatile fountains of nocuous gobs spewing out of her slit onto screaming mobs?!
You might think you're so heavy, but you've got nothing on my jelly.
The sweet Leviathon, to bring us to our very end.
You might think you're a peach, but you've got nothing on my Beast.
She's illustrious as she is dire to every living thing.
My vastly incorporeal Beast of all End Time,
She's the ecto-slime for me.
I won't give you the time.
I'm part of her body forever and I don't mind
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Writer(s): Darius Greene
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