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Sin of Kin

Is it Sin that makes one a sinner? Or is it Kin that makes one a sinner? Many say we are born innocent and untainted, and yet in Sin we are all related to one another. For we are one Kin, and with this Sin we share that we are born with. And even a certain doctrine holds that one's Kin, through the fact of birth, inherit a tainted nature with a proclivity to sinful conduct in need of regeneration… "I was brought forth in iniquity, and in Sin did my Mother conceive me." …or so the doctrine says, "We are all born sinners because of Kin that brings us together." …and so we think: we are born with Sin inherited from our Kin, But, should that hold us back from acting with virtue? No, we should not hold back, even when Sin entered the world through one Kin, and Death through Sin, and in this way, Death came to all beings, because all sinned, But even so, we all have freedom to be a being we want when we embrace Death, To be a fraudulent Human, To be a violent Angel, To be a benevolent Devil, And what one wants to be, neither "Sin" nor "Kin" should define what "Self" one is going to be, let "Journey" instead that defines one "Self"

Houraji · Fantaisie
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For Your Mind Only – Ego of Obstruction

Deafening sound as it was capable of resonating. Blaring sound as though capable of blowing away the surrounding air inside this cramped space, of dark and dimly lit by poorly source of light of flambeau came from each four of this corner inside this cramped room, of square layout in size, somewhat cold and damp inside, hence this suffocating smell could be felt… yet this voice gave up not to utter such a deafening sound, echoing throughout the black brick wall sounded so desperate – however the isolation, and the aloof surrounding only made it so muffled and distant,

"I told ya, I know nothin' about it! Hundreds of times over…!"

It was seen a strong-looking man with a white steel frame tying both of his muscular hands behind his back… sitting uncomfortably above the solid stone of cold darken floor thus straining his neck to look up towards a figure before him,