Quatrain of After I Froze
The end
After I froze to death I let my
soul bury my
cracked
bones,
Freezing to the end is better
than being killed
by thrown
stones.
Cold weather is meant to chill
the Devil and
slow his
affects,
Let fall turn to winter but never
reach out to pay
the Devil his
respects.
Yorktown Disciple
The end
After I froze to death I let my
soul bury my
cracked
bones,
Freezing to the end is better
than being killed
by thrown
stones.
Cold weather is meant to chill
the Devil and
slow his
affects,
Let fall turn to winter but never
reach out to pay
the Devil his
respects.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 11038
Cold
weather
is
meant
to
chill
weather
is
meant
to
chill
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