Love in the valley solemn and forlorn,
Beauty Queen, sometimes beastly,
So solemn and norm norm,
But the storms rage pricklingly,
The world sees thunders and floods
As Lord Shambu sucks out
All the Valley's blood...
Blood baths behind us,
Crimson rage,
Ma Durga slays out
All the valleys cages,
All the Lotus soft ponds
And all the muddy puffs
As we eat chicken patties
And drink lots of snuff....
Beautiful golden,
Rock solid bloom
In the valleys of Ma Durga
And in Lord Shambu's Rocky chooms....
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