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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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Wonder Yonder

"What with that muddy-gloomy lookin'? You aight, Kar?"

There was another little girl chanted concern, though a buoyant approach she was bringing it about—didn't want another gloomy nuance overlapping the already gloomy-felt nuance now, would she? A little girl who confronted trying to comfort another little girl in the same creamy-white attire of a frilly one-piece midi dress as hers, and was also lulled by the same wild west wind of breath of autumn's being, only her double buns creamy-toned hair that no doubt was distinct herself from her peer looking all muddy-gloomy… as per her words were uttered…

"Quit botherin' me, Riz. Tryin' to focus here, as you already hell know."

…but as it turned out, her peer did not seem too fond of accepting that kind of concerned words for some reason; her peer, the little girl whose darkish-blue hair was tied tidily in a side ponytail, as though wanting to kindly ask her to stop nettle her focus…