The Sinners Decay & The Silence of Christ
Story of Lost Voices and Sacred Stillness
In forgotten places,
where sinners fall apart,
the murmurs of their pleasures
break like old stones.
The silence of Christ,
calm and eerie,
fills the emptiness,
heavy on the soul,
a mysterious silence.
Time stays thick here,
filled with whispers of old sins
and shadows of regrets
in the dim light,
fragile and fading.
Each sinner’s breath,
a silent cry,
a confession lost to the wind,
the abyss opens wide,
longing for forgiveness.
The decay is not ugly but beautiful,
ruins speak with ghostly voices,
every crack tells a story,
every break sings a song.
Christ’s silence,
not gone, but deep,
a strange quiet,
heavy with absence,
a holy mystery.
In this sacred decay,
Beauty is born,
darkness mingles with light,
each piece,
part of a divine picture.
The sinners decay,
the silence stays,
an endless embrace,
balanced between hope and fear.
