To my sister, my soul.

My friend,
Remember the terror and destruction that awaits those who grow lax in their devotion. Our adversary prowls about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. Make no mistake. Satan will utterly devour you; that wretched accuser will tear you apart piece by piece if you so let him. You must remember, oh my soul, to never lose sight of what is eternal. Remember that even though you work towards marriage, towards being a faithful example and spouse, a godly parent, you ultimately work towards the goal of Christ. Make no provision for the flesh.
We know the destruction that such actions cultivate within the minds of the faithless. Do not wonder. Do not be so deceived, so won over by the ways of this world. They are all fleeting, they are all death, they lead down to the grave where they rot. They all lead to the grave. My sister, my soul, we are going to die, but you shall live on in glory. Do not stain yourself with such filth, things that should bring you shame. Do not revel in that which would destroy you in this life and rob you of the future glory that awaits you. Do not become your own hell.

a song that fits: Carbon Ribs by John Mark McMillan