Sins of the Father

The sins of the father
Are visited on the sons

The sins of the father
Are visited on the sons

Sons and sins are locked together
With the prospect of stormy weather

To come

Like the rain in December
It never seems to end

Like a fire
Gone to embers
That sparks to flame again

Again
Again

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