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The Belle,s Dance With Satan
As he grabbed the Belle,s hand and lead her to the floor
she had no idea what he Satan had in store

As he whispered thought,s into her beaten,brocken mind
Of chaos and destruction and thought,s
that were not kind

He twisted and twirled her and put her in a downward spin
Satan had taken over her and she could no longer win

She bent and she bowed and conceded to his will
As he pulled and he dragged her into his darkened swill

And she lay beaten and brock down in his Lair
She wonder why is life so cruel and unfair

Doing now Satan,s work she does with such ease
spreading his word like pestillence and disease

Now she wishes that she did not dance
and allow him to place her under his trance

As life in his lair is as lonley as can be
and she  now know,s it is too late to be spiritual free

her once gentle beating heart has now turned into stone
and all those that cared for her have left her standing alone

We pray and hope that the Goddess above
will forgive her and guide her and show her true  love

Noel (copyright 2001)
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