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Sins Thank you for offering to die for my sins But why would I have committed them if I did not want to die? I have served no penance of any variety, I have not fasted, nor conserved, nor have I lain down on a bed of nails like a Buddhist. I have not bowed down to worship you, though you tempt me in the desert with your deficient charms and threaten me with starvation. I have had sufficient opportunity. Give up now, as Lucifer gave up on you-- --Wait. I’m sorry. Let us be friends. After all, your father was my creator. That makes us brothers, does it not? I cannot hate a sibling. I do not blame you for the world your father created, for the way the sun now goes down every day or the way the shroud lifts over everyone’s head, in time. I blame no one for the acts our other brothers and sisters have committed in your name. Why hold a grudge? We were all raised the same way. All I ask is that you leave me to my lechery, as I leave you to your megalomania and martyrdom. Though it might seem natural to want to be closer to one another I think it unwise. You have your version of a sinful nature. Please leave me to mine.
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