Ogre's Revenge - BERTHA THE BIKER

The stork was about to arrive
Only one messiah could ensure baby survives
The stork was about to arrive
Only one messiah could ensure baby survives
The stork was about to arrive
Only one messiah could ensure baby survives
Help us light the torch and strive
Went looking for a messiah that'd ensure baby survives

Rushing to the hospital petals awake
Laying on the grass is a mass, snow that aches
Light reflecting on the deep sound of the sewers
Raindrops hit, appeasing sound of the tumors
Reached the sidewalk, crossed the bridge to calmness
Funeral home, neighbors with library of darkness
Then, streets poured, as we finally scored
Pastel blue house, old beauty, yellow doors
Walked up its porch, as the smell of cigarettes introduced Bertha
Bulletproof leather dress
Ears bleeding, screaming from the metal of death waves
Drums melting, trying to get a grip on the gaze
Twelve packs a day, picture of nurse reversed
Began wondering, are we still under villain curse?
Would be hard for fat biker to overcome our doubts
But some whispers are more powerful than shouts

She hides herself behind
The walls of the beehive
She left them all behind
And let the flower bloom

Fentanyl dealer, medicine was a hobby
Confused, she was amused, alone in the lobby
Protagonist looked on the verge of going berserk
Not even a verse, knew the nurse sounded absurd
Wild, but deep in the wild is surprises
Doubts went out in an instant wild shift in her eyes
Bertha pulled out a gun, indicated delivery room
She smelled the perfume, she's soft as a plume
Could trust her with bloom, perfectly in tune
Sounds awful to nation
But to us vibes resonated right intonation
Had the patience and patients satisfaction
Six flags, didn't look like right attraction
Bertha the biker, you wouldn't like her medieval boots and blue pants made out of fur
Met the queen of fashion, followed her passion
Quake began, quick, she took care of contractions

She hides herself behind
The walls of the beehive
She left them all behind
And let the flower bloom

Trusted herself, put fear on the shelf
Led her into the groove
Our trust in herself, as snow starts to melt
She'll take care of the bloom

Written by:
Louis Siméon

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