She saunters by,

Her slithering self

In all her gory.

Darkness and toil are her means.

She has no love, no compassion, no truth.

Hell spewed her out, and return her it will.

Misery and evil are her seed.

Damnation is too good for her deed.

May torment greet her at every fork.

Doom forever welcome her.

Dear Lord, forgiveness

Is not my word.