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Grace Unbound 2 by Anton

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Grace Unbound 2

Philosophical Indie

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Born in a body frail and weak,
a face unseen, a voice too meek.
Lessons lost in hollow halls,
mocked and bruised by stronger hands
Desire a whisper, barely heard,
love once found, then swept, then blurred.
Hearts that take and leave you bare,
naked, torn—none left to care.
A man unworthy, limp and frail,
a hollow ghost, a life that fails.
A failure that stumbles, shamed and scarred,
too weak to fight, too tired, too marred.
No friend to stay, no hand to hold,
no warmth, no worth, just nights so cold.
Estranged from kin, from blood, from name,
a life of sin, a heart in shame.
But worse than all, the deepest wound—
a child torn away too soon.
A father’s arms left reaching still,
emptied out, yet never filled.
His laughter echoes, distant, dim,
a love that fades but stays within.
Yet time is cruel, the years erase,
his growing hands, his shifting face.
A mind that begs for all to cease,
for flesh to fade, for final peace.
A wish to vanish, to be no more,
to end this fight, this losing war.
But then—so sudden—every now and then—suffering breaks,
like waves that crash and turn to space.
just silence vast and bright and real.
Pain still is, but no one to bear.
A door swings wide—no hands, no key,
just grace unfolding endlessly.
Not earned, not deserved, yet freely poured,
a gift that wipes the bleeding floor.
What was lack is now complete,
what is loss is just as sweet.
The wounds remain, but no shadow clings,
only the hush of sacred wings.
This bliss unbound, oh mercy bright,
thats lifts the soul from endless night!
Not in escape, nor in retreat,
but only through the fire, fierce and deep.
For only when the heart is torn,
when sorrow’s weight is fully worn,
when every breath is drowning pain— hen breaks the dawn, then falls the rain.
Drink and drink, this endless grace,
this boundless sky, this home, this place.
No more a man of dust and clay,
but with faith in light… now freed, and safe.