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Ash Wednesday Humm
We enter this relentless race anew,
As yesterday's echoes linger in the air.
A cycle bound by fate's unyielding brew,
Till death, with its silent grace, declare.
What then defines this dance of breath and bone?
When toil and sweat yield fleeting gains,
And mortal achievements swiftly atone
For time's unrelenting, indifferent strains.
Yet amidst this ceaseless march we strive
To shield our souls from shadows of disdain.
For in our deeds, we seek to contrive
A fleeting respite from life's relentless bane.
Thus, as we tread upon this weary path,
Let's cleanse our spirits of sin's cruel snare.
Seeking solace in the aftermath,
To find redemption from life's despair.
© NEWLOVE
As yesterday's echoes linger in the air.
A cycle bound by fate's unyielding brew,
Till death, with its silent grace, declare.
What then defines this dance of breath and bone?
When toil and sweat yield fleeting gains,
And mortal achievements swiftly atone
For time's unrelenting, indifferent strains.
Yet amidst this ceaseless march we strive
To shield our souls from shadows of disdain.
For in our deeds, we seek to contrive
A fleeting respite from life's relentless bane.
Thus, as we tread upon this weary path,
Let's cleanse our spirits of sin's cruel snare.
Seeking solace in the aftermath,
To find redemption from life's despair.
© NEWLOVE
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