Worshippers are many,
Truths there are but few,
And yet my only following,
Is the faith I have in me and you.
Absolute in strength,
While bathed in the truth,
What more I pray for elsewhere,
Than for us to remain as the beloved youth.
My body, your jurisdiction,
My mind, your loyal throne,
My heart, a castle garden,
Where my love is free to roam.
Command me at will,
Re-shorten my leash,
Do whatever my Lord,
That is your unbridled wish,
Subdue my refusals,
And neither tremble nor fret,
Allegiance is final,
My ignorant pet.
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