In the realm of shadows, I take my stance, Performing my Holy Ghost dance. A wicked doll, consumed by dark, I'll break its spell, leave a lasting mark. With movements fluid, I spin and twirl, Unleashing divine power, like a sacred whirl. My steps defy evil, banishing its hold, In this ethereal battle, truth unfolds. The doll, once cursed, now trembling in fear, As my spirit dances, drawing it near. Holy light surrounds, piercing its core, Transcending darkness, forevermore. With grace and conviction, I cast my spell, Dispelling wickedness, bidding it farewell. The doll's malevolence, now left behind, Redeemed by my dance, love intertwined. In this sacred rhythm, victory is won, The Holy Ghost dance, my battles are done. Evil defeated, purity restored, Through divine movement, my soul is soared.