Bringer of Beatles

Behold the bounty Of berserking bugs, Whilst Barely not blinded By the their bustled busts. I, Bringer of Beatles, Biting abroad, Burrowing deep, Biting a broad, Bolder than brave, But braver than most, Have been this way long, But no need to boast, I am the scurrying, blurring blank line That will band the bugs With all of mankind. I am the blackest, Most burnt, but my bite Will bid you a seething Most blatant of blights. Bring now your bosom, Bend when I bark, Then I will chew some; Now bleed from your arc. Bringer of beatles, Bestower of feasts, I am the bender, Bartender of beasts. Bringer of blankness, Be still while I blotch All of your memories, Render you lost. It is my duty, This beauty of steeples, All being brought down By bounties of beatles.