A reflection of yesterday,
A cycle left unbroken
The remarkable yet, unbearable saga
Or will it end?
Generations after generations
When will our seeds flourish leaving the dark, unyielding strongholds in the dust;
Strongholds which gnaws at the first sight of entry into the flesh.
Must the flesh surrender?
Or shall the flesh adorn itself in a strong armor of defense?
The defense of the Lord that binds the flesh to discontinue in its doubletake;
The doubletake of its own destruction.
Thus, enabling a new resistance to overcome…
To overcome the reflection that stares back within the mirror.
The reflection of yesterday,