Generational

Mirror in the flesh,
A twin in the bones.
A face like mine,
My sin atoned.

Aching stone heart
Bleeds into new lungs.
Dead ringer hope
To climb new rungs.

Anchor in the past,
Fervor for the hope.
My hands ate up
With burns from rope.

Breaking a chain,
Severing a tie.
Precious sweet thing,
Learn from my lies.

Curses are real,
Spells weave death.
Protective wards,
A final breath.