Son, what am I but a bastard?
Plain and wrinkled, a slave of
man that is is dying,
when I am dead I will live again and again.
I want to make sexy time, but i cannot,
not tonight, I am slave to my soul,
No more nonsense i am accused again and again
son of a Bush i am your satan,
I love to love forever
when i am king i will rape
so bare with me you son of sam.
O, please do not harm me i am a hen
, a god of equilibrium,
satisfy me, you naked girl.