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   In the abyss,

   Of a chasm,

   Without a covenant

   I bequeath:

       My sanctified sin

       Dipped in broth

       That once fed

       A starving belief.

   I created not one,

   But two of me.

   From the crust

   Of unleavened bread,

        Now I'm sandwiched

        Like particle board

        To the creator

        Of the Dead!

   Yorktown Disciple
   (Published by J. Mark Press 1973)
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Flesh Runneth Over

In the abyss,
Of a chasm,
Without a covenant
I bequeath:
   My sanctified sin
   Dipped In broth
   That once fed
   Starving belief.
I created not one,
But two of me,
From the crust
Of unleavened bread,
   Now I'm sandwiched
   Like particle board,
   To the creator
   Of the Dead.

Yorktown Disciple