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.