Illuminate, we ride, the Babylonian Whore.

For score some more, ignite from the core.

Trying to take a break, she feels a little sore.

Those that continue to seek, end up being ignored.

The Full Moon, so bright, I align in feminine like ways.

Pray to the Mother Goddess, that lovely little Fae.

In love with her, she then, brings us to cause.

In order to worship, you first have to fall.

The tides that sway, the waves continue to crash.

Crossing the finish line, she says, "Alas!"

Back to back wins, we never the ones that are last.

Coming from the front, up front, she's too fast.