The Devils mistress has feted Thee;
Held in the shadow of the crooked tree.
Golgothas daughter like cherubs bleed.
But intern this Succubi will always feed . . .

Her face was my screaming slaver,
Skin as perfect as fresh fell snow.
The could light dist' fail to phase her;
Rusty nails punctured holes of wow.

Apon this stake, this whore awaits
The final killing blow . . .

Misanthropy's bride and daughter the same;
Your ignorance will always be her strength!
Crush the snake eyed dice to play her game.
'Twas my mistake that I dist' make;
I hoped this beautiful beast I could tame.
But, instead, she bled, me dry . . .


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 288 AF.