Catherine
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The bloom of youth
Shone from her lovely face
A rose against her skin
Would not seem out of place
This silent succubi
Had men enwrapt in dreams
Such sweet seducers
Are never what they seem
Catherine
Catherine
Catherine
Catherine
Catherine
The rage of unloved wives
would seal this beauty's fate
Many years of fading looks
brought bitterness and hate
A man of God must ensure
Justice will be done
For Satan dwells within
The black heart of this one
Catherine
Catherine
Catherine
Catherine
Catherine
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