It Pinches Deep:
the Walls of my Stomach
Stuck Together like Glue.
This Pain that Lingers
will Hastily become Pleasure
with Simple Sip
of Nectars Sweet Taste
What Good does it Make?
If in Free Will
To pain I am Subject,
yet in End, Achieve nothing as Result
In Search of Piety,
of all Pleasures I Starve
for the Lords Hunger, is one of Many Sacrifices
