segunda-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2026

PROMETHEUS


The darker it grows, the clearer one sees.
Up! Up, towards the light!
From the well's bottom, one must rise,
When there's nothing left to hide.
Bare naked, ripped apart...

Your love reignites the long-lost flame,
A tiny spark of hope in the pitch-black night,
Cutting through uncertainty, despair, and shame...
Carrying me back to sunshine.

From the shattered wreckage, you made me a whole man... again.

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PROMETHEUS

The darker it grows, the clearer one sees. Up! Up, towards the light! From the well's bottom, one must rise, When there's nothing le...