blood, tears and grace

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A world in Bondage under sky, fallen.
Like Hail, falling as the son of morn.
A lightening streaked sky now lay ruin
in a days' sorrow pointing time
through origins' path.
In cocoon metamorphosing life
into Prepaplio's wings, fluttering a top
valley's lilly, evolving
from ponds' depth rooted in origins' point.
Where sin flooded life
inside the screams of newborn, still
cursed unto deaths' curse.
Where yet God is creator
Rebuilding strong towers.
Creations reborn through living tears.
Fountains of hope, springing
in the breath of Man
living under free sky
Where God touch man with innocence,
in The beginning.