Quatrain of To The Nether
To The Nether - where is the nether?
No where to run, no where to
hide, I've been caught
with my pants
down to the
nether,
Nothing is new, my sins are old,
I would disappear if it
were not for a
scrupulous
tether.
I must rid my soul of all selfish
motivations if I am to be
free of what the
Devil might
hanker,
I must face the world with my
physical body covered and
my soul fastened to
a spiritual
anchor.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 4002
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