Quatrain of Whipped Soul
Here I am
I whipped my soul as if a slave
to a Master Enigma, holy
and evil at
the same
time,
The chains of sin that held me
in place were heavy
and nearly
broke my
spine.
It was then I decided no more,
I broke free; found
liberty with those
of common
sense.
And since then I have never
looked back, what
was years ago is
not now, no
pretence.
Yorktown Disciple
Here I am
I whipped my soul as if a slave
to a Master Enigma, holy
and evil at
the same
time,
The chains of sin that held me
in place were heavy
and nearly
broke my
spine.
It was then I decided no more,
I broke free; found
liberty with those
of common
sense.
And since then I have never
looked back, what
was years ago is
not now, no
pretence.
Yorktown Disciple
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