Prologue:
the tale i have to tell
is the story of a birth
the birth of sin as we know it
but that birth came with the death of Sin, a creature living in the afterlife who haunts us out of revenge and waits to be avenged
and now, the birth of Sin:
It had skin so pasty white
whiter than a wax crayon
whiter than the lightest dove
whiter than bedsheets sent from above
its lips; a smudge of tar across a white canvas
kissed by the demon from within
behind the bloody black lips hid teeth like razor blades
then a tongue, from which dripped sin
the teeth such a perfect white
such a contradiction to the poisoned lips
which contradicted the skin
which retained the beast within
its eyes; red marbles
had witnessed so much death
it was time to turn the tables
it had endured enough of this
this creature
once so vile
so inhuman
it was other-worldly
it once tried to escape this evil
but collapsed at heavens gates
it could not get in
despite all the good it had attempted
the Lord would not forgive this creature
for all the hell it caused
but the creature was simply obeying
it lived the only life it knew
and now the creature haunts us
it lives among we humans
it whispers at our here
taunting us with sweet temptations
of revenge and selfish glory
the creature did not live to tell the story
but its victims do
the creature's name was Sin
and now its corpse is carried on by each weak human
our (human) race is to weak
to selfish
to haunted
to ignore the tales that Sin tells you
