The weakness of the flesh
Under her torn dress
Bloodstained from her demonic encounter
Moksha, Harem, Sheol
Ancients all from times of old
Demonic ravers with no compassion
From the gates of Hades they have a passion
For seeking out innocents and stealing their souls
But this time round let the story be told
Of the woman they chose to posses and control
Who they never realised was born of undeniable divine resolve
Who would fight them with everything she had
With her love and her faith and using good to beat down bad
And in this arena as they sought to rent her limb from limb
She defeated the demonic ravers, rooted in immortal sin.
fauxcroft 
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