In a world of secrets deep and old,
The Sins of the Mother and Father unfold.
A tale of love and betrayal’s stain,
Bound by choices that cause much pain.
In the first book, dark and cold,
The Mother’s sin, a story told.
Her past haunts her, shadows cast,
Her secrets buried, but they’ll last.
The Father, too, carries his own weight,
Regrets and errors, sealed by fate.
His heart torn by what he’s done,
Searching for redemption, yet none.
The second book, the truth revealed,
Families shattered, wounds unhealed.
The sins of the parents, passed to kin,
A cycle of pain that traps within.
But in the final book, a chance for light,
Forgiveness blooms, wrongs made right.
The children break the chains of old,
And write their stories, bold and untold.
So let us learn from this trilogy,
That our actions ripple endlessly.
May we face our sins with grace and rue,
And find redemption, pure and true.
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