The Holiest of Holiest
Edifice,
ones temple for his breath;
Pervasive force to guide until death!
Threadbare be thy mind;
Inclement in bind.
O so such-subjugation on one’s flesh,
Is like being cut up with still mesh.
By Desi E. Sherman
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