Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Losing Ground

It's easy to lose freedom

To heal your sore behind,
let me slap you
on your rump
hard and
fast,

Let tyranny come to your
door, let it bear
away all rights
of the
past.

Let me lead you into a
redemptive void, where
salvation will never
help you
out,

Just follow the will of my
intentions and you
shall become
hellbound no
doubt.

Yorktown Disciple