On the stroke of midnight
Beings waiting in the dark
Under her bed
Eyes glowing red
Spiritual masses
bombard a young girls soul
Tearing at her flesh
To force their way within her (womb)
Although she screams in pain
No voice is heard
Throughout the house lies still
Throughout the house lies evil
Nightmares from beyond
Care no less for sin

Fourteen years of age
Inside her doors fly open
Her adolescent sexuality
Brings hexual insanity
No use to fight them off
Let them have their way with you
For what cannot be seen
Surely cannot be stopped
“but why” she cries
“Does this happen to me?”
A middle eye can see
The raping great brutality
Fist fucked from above
Fingering the blood that freely flows