Order # 10925
Quatrain of Spying Again
Keeping track
I spied on myself, without
detection, I felt trapped
naked in a
snare.
I wanted to learn if I had gone
anywhere selling sin
without gifting
prayer.
I must keep tabs on myself,
I don't want to become
a downright
sinner,
If I think no one is watching,
I know I will sell my
soul before
dinner.
Yorktown Disciple
Keeping track
I spied on myself, without
detection, I felt trapped
naked in a
snare.
I wanted to learn if I had gone
anywhere selling sin
without gifting
prayer.
I must keep tabs on myself,
I don't want to become
a downright
sinner,
If I think no one is watching,
I know I will sell my
soul before
dinner.
Yorktown Disciple
I
must
keep
tabs
on
myself
must
keep
tabs
on
myself
Yorktown Disciple
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Quatrain of Spying Again - 10925 - Yorktown Disciple
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