On the flip of a coin, people die around Sin. Escaped from a lunatic asylum and haunted by his dead sister, he must find out why, and discover who is trying to use his power to destroy everything and everyone.
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Dead, dead, dead. Say it enough...
The sun shone bright On a dark, wet day Though the clouds Gathered round It pushed them away
It was bothered not By beholders of rain With their flashes of lightning Aimed to bring pain
The sun shone bright With its warmth With its smile And everything it touched Was content for a while
Each time it returned That happiness grew Because, of course That sun Is you
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This is dedicated to everyone in lockdown and feeling isolated, including those in winter in the Southern Hemisphere or in a winter in their spirit or soul.
Never underestimate the power of a smile or kind word of encouragement. When you are with people online or in your family, household or community—you can be the sun to someone and warm their day.
My brother Sin's tale is almost at ONE MILLION reads. As he was often the sun to my rain, as I was to others, I thought I should come and say something to you who have supported him so wonderfully. I'm not one for writing poetry too much. It tends to bring out the melancholic in me. I know of one person in particular, Helen, who was caught in a spiritual rainstorm and it made me realise...
Well, once upon a time, a coin helped me bring happiness to so many people I was crushed beneath its weight. Sin, the other face of the same coin had a similar experience, as you'll no doubt know by now.
I hope this visit, and my little poem brought a little sun. Don't tell Sin I dropped by, though. He'll only moan that he missed me.
On your darkest day When all turns to grime Look at yourself in the mirror And make that Sin shine
Erm... Sun. Make the sun shine. Maybe my bro already knows I'm here!
