Julia blew her cool, yeah, when Frank whispered to her,
Of further regions of experience, a cubic crown at the center,
Her path to hell unpaved and a thirst for blood innate,
Within a profane, skinless entity, formerly an extant dame,
Lilith lingers unfulfilled, alone within the woods,
Left carving twisted roadways to a prophetic falsehood,
But hold her hand, she'll light the way, she'll overwrite the end of days,
Personified damnation, far beyond Madam Satan,
Author of the book, Ruby inked it all in blood,
And bound it in the flesh of evil dead,
Mother of all wicked, interrupted and constricted,
By a temporal postponement sealed by truce in token,
Don't get strung out by the ones above belief,
Every secret burns within what you want to be,
Obliterate your destiny, desecrate the patriarchy,
Tall upon the ruins, claim what's yours,
If you believe, you, too, can be the queen of hell...
