Focusing on the horizon with malicious eyes
Her taste for the souls of deviates
Consuming her passion with rigor and lust
To destroy the pursuits of the consumer
Draining the souls to her delight
Stripping men of their might
Hopelessly lost by her defiling grasp
No man could resist her
Her brawn and precision enslaved many
Beauty covers the smokecreen of death
Mankind is her delicasy to feast
Bitter cries through the empty halls
A viper stripped of her mask
An abomination that cleanses spirits
Through the air her presence contaminates
Her message propogates the snare
Enveloping the lone traveler
Taking him to his roadblock
She uses the tools to her likening.
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