In the ethereal realm where spirits intertwine.
There resides a Jezebel spirit. Infamous and malign.
Its grip like a vice holds the majority in sway.
Manipulating and deceiving leading them astray.
With eyes that roll in disdain and distrust.
It masterfully misleads the best it will entrust.
A spirit of lust it whispers in our ears.
Guiding us through the rain fueling our fears.
Like a siren's call it lures us to the tracks,
Where the train of destruction relentlessly attacks.
A freightliner runner it speeds to the future.
Leaving us behind lost and...