Order # 10622
Quatrain of Torn Soul
Totally ripped
Feeling the pain from toxic gas
of the Devil's bowels, the
weary lower heads
and plug
noses,
The oxygen is replaced with
humanity's spool of stench-
covered thread,
the smell
imposes.
If the sewing of the soul so torn
is not properly irradiated,
belief in God
will be cut
short,
Eternal life cannot last forever if the
soul is ripped by disgraceful
eruptions and exploding
gas, it's time to
abort.
Yorktown Disciple
Beware
the
Devil
and
his
problems
Learn how to sew the soul
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