Through The Gates

Through the gates of hell she pass,

All the seventh kill was the devils.

It was about time she felt his caress,

The closer he was the more passive he was.

And at that fine moment he pause,

He had never felt love since the medievals.

Through the gates passed the gift from God,

It was closure to the conflict of an eternity.

She wasn't another con or an evil fraud,

Never saint but why in halls of hell,

She was summon by the devil's bell.

No saint but the Queen of an infinity.

Through the gates was another con,

Chosen for the devil who ran from Adam.

The creators second, another mud born.

The devil's only lover,

The hell was her discover.

The only Lilith, mistress to the damn.