Daughter of Lucifer,
You had me yesternight and left before dawn,
Oh my dreadlocks! Who cut my hair?
How could I have known that even your tasteful lips could hide vicious intentions?
I thought your feelings for me were true?
I thought your love was unconditional, Damn the Philistines.
Now I lie in wait for my own condemnation..
How has pleasures of the flesh caused my ruin?
As I sleep in death, if I awake in the great beyond; I pray the Lord my soul to take…