Diary of Sin (2)
Adjectives, adverbs, nouns, phrases, essays, poems, whatever there was relating to literature, they were all conflicting to us, working against us. We were escaping like Daphne from Apollo. With no reason were we left to keep hopes alive, we had no reason to stand by life…
That is the diary of Sin in which thousands had commited suicide, in which Human ate aples from the tree of Sin, where Croesus (Karoon) was bellied up with his treasure and Pharoah’s last penitential obedience didn’t work in the middle of Red Sea.
What we most liked was the never ending dislike we felt for us, the cruel guards of hell wouldn’t feel like us, they would pity us and carry waters from the oceans to ease the pain we had under the bitter fires of torments. We were always questioning life, we never asked who we were, why we were created and by whom. That is how we were being destroyed, that is how we destroyed.
We were never right with flowers, tulips, roses. Thorns made us happy like kids. Temples, Mosques and Churches seemed better when they were empty. That is why we were sometimes fair. We didn’t leave our sins and get cleaned there for example.
Sure we were sunk, sure we were ill, sure we were death, sure everything were working against us and we would never stand by life. We were escaping, destroying the whole order, we were looking for our dreams after anarchism… Just in the center of Sin, we were dying man, we were dying…
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