Life be found, where Redemption sound
Redemption sound, where sin abound
Twisted and marred, hardened and scarred
Love for the scarred, softened the hard.
Shame and death, be Dragon's breath
Immortal Breath, Death's death.
Deaf and blind, no hope to find
One so kind, with hope has shined
Strange creatures, with black features
Now star-reachers, and wisdom keepers
Deepest dark may leave its mark
But watch and hark! Light from spark.
A tale to confound, is Redemption's sound
How could life be found, where sin abound?
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A rhythm that pounds in lines deep with meaning!