Her small figure almost dances as she walks along
Hips swaying to a seductive beat
In her heart the desire to abduct your soul
With a giggle and a smile
Magically her footprints give way to red daisies
The bloodied, crushed flowers of your youth
Her pretty face shimmers a note of wickedness
And in her wake the smell of expensive perfume
She looks you straight in the eye and nausea rises in your throat
Fear roots you to the spot
And this creature whispers in your ear
“I am the fragrance of Christ”
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