How sweet are the roses, the darling buds of May, compared to thee, drenched in the sanguine fluids of mine?
How sweet art thou compared to every little thing, both hyacinth and crimson butterfly alike?
Infinite, art thou and all thy beauty.
Wholly in my tender flesh.

Let the feast commence.

Lyrics submitted by Chainsawkitten

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