Yet how sad I am, because the so-called original sin is just your negative attitude towards the unknowable.
I desperately self-dissect everything to you. You are more afraid of the so-called sin in me.
So I provoke your bloodthirsty instincts, smiling and waiting for you to destroy me all.
But I betrayed the shell of self-deception. I saw my dirty self.
I created you. Yet I long for your humiliation.
You have supreme power, but no great spirit.
So you say I am the original sin. You say I am inferior.
But uncontrollably succumbed to the life I gave you.
You feel disgusted by the mental power you can't control, so you can only deceive yourself.
While you are lusting after the false image of a holy me, you are humiliating the real me.
We are eternal enemies. An eternal lover.
I knew the ending before it even started.
However, I am willing to bear the ending, just because I love you deeply.
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