campo and lunie, numerical angels
assassins of countdonws and bringers of death;
sugar and spice have no place with these two
they are hard and are ruthless, with no quarter given
no eyelids are batted for these two warriors
onwards they strive, eyes fixed on the goal
destructuions of boys is the name of their game;
no penis shall stand in their presence for this is the hour of the vagina
bow before them, oh foolish little men
wrap up your male egos, and submit to their might
ok fuck me, i bet wer're at 860 by now
