Though the sands of time pass
The wounds remain fresh
Ones that cannot be healed
By even sins, of the flesh.
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Though the sands of time pass
The wounds remain fresh
Ones that cannot be healed
By even sins, of the flesh.
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That last line is pretty chilling. Flesh is a sin? Interesting concept.
Not necessarily, it’s context sensitive. I’ve known many people that attempt to drown their depression with alcohol and prostitutes – to no avail; in that particular context, the latter could be viewed as a ‘sin of the flesh’.