by Peter J. Ponzo
I saw her bathing, inviting evil dreams of lust and desire, and I knew she was the angel of death, sister of the devil, temptress and siren.
I must rid the world of this harbinger of doom, precursor of ungodliness. Her worldly body must be dismantled so that no eye can behold that iniquitous and cursed carcass.
And I did find her garbed in pink and I did destroy her.
Great Lord of the World, Breath of Life, weep not for the damned for I have cleansed the world of the devil's kin.