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When Light Bleeds Black

OverthinkingMind
The evil of Sin is a hunger unbound, It whispers in silence, it poisons the ground. it twists what was pure, A shadow that lingers, a curse with no cure. The goodness of God is a fragile flame, It heals the forgotten, it calls them by name. Through Miracles woven, His light still remains, A thread in the chaos, a hope through the chains.
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