Puny suckling beasts of the night
Brittle bodies fervid bite.
Dwelling within the absence of light
Regardless of a victims might.
Trading blood with weariness,
On naive creatures motionless...
Moulding bumps on flattened skins,
Treading roughly velvety inns.
Itchy feelings striving inside,
Tingling pleasures left to abide...
Queen of buzz exciting hearing,
Leaving traces seldom seen.
Puny suckling beasts of the night,
Our wit outstands your crafty might.
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