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In tombs of flesh, I lay confined,
Where sins like chains around me wind,
An endless night, a hollow grave,
A soul enslaved, too lost to save.
But shadows stir where light has been,
A voice beyond the veil of sin,
A whisper through the coffin's door,
"To live no more as once before."
In death, a shroud of darkness torn,
From ashes cold, I am reborn,
The weight of sorrow stripped away,
To rise in dawn's redeeming ray.
Yet haunting still, the sins of old,
As memories in blood and bone,
The ghost of death, a pallid scar,
That fades beneath the Morning Star.
In waters deep, my chains were cast,
A crimson tide, a life recast,
Where grace, like fire, purged the stain,
And freed me from the law of pain.
So here I stand, both flesh and breath,
Alive beyond the reach of death,
A soul unbound, a sin's release,
Enshrined within eternal peace.
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Echoes in the alley
PoesíaIn these pages, you'll find poetry that lingers like the scent of smoke, capturing the allure of secrets kept close to the heart. The night becomes a lover, the alley a refuge, and each word a step into the beautiful, melancholic dance of souls year...
