She walks with a new spring in her step
Another victim gone, another payment
Taking them down step by step
Unsuspecting, they walk into her trap
Stuck deep in her lair, soon they're in reach
She grabs hold and never lets them breathe
Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't say so
A black widow with knifes for legs
Taking them down one by one
I walked down her way but managed to escape
At first, she spoke kindly and acted so nice
Deception her key tactic and addiction is her attack
It's not her actions that stirs up the fear
No is it her intentions so dear
But the shear fact of her persistence
It creates a fermented feeling and stench
Once it settles in your head
It never leaves until you're dead
Vile woman with thy polluted thoughts
Guiding thy own way to eternal hell
Writing all thou evil words
Thou conscious ever looking back
Oh dear Harlot so evil,
Whom is thou beast?
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