Letters from the Damned

It was God Almighty who made us first animals and then men. In His wisdom blessed and cursed us with curiosity and free will. Gifts that would betray us and leave us exiled from paradise.

There are many sins in this world that a man can commit. Some worse than others yet all stain the soul. But none of these compare to the might of Original Sin to which we are all marked at birth.

Had I enough foresight at birth to see the misery of my life I would have tied fast around my neck my umbilical cord and hung myself from the highest branch of my family tree. I was neither asked nor pardoned for my existence.

So it was and was meant to be that we suffer through our miserable lives. Living in a shadow of sin originally cast by those who experienced the first joys and sorrows of the world.

Not even the blood of Christ could wash us clean; and so I say we are doomed to live like devils, causing mischief where we can. We spread our agony over the world like a thick oily sludge that knows nothing else than to consume.

God knows all He who has created all. From heaven He watches time unravel itself across all of existence. He watches as we inflict countless injuries upon our fellow man and ourselves. As we compile our pain and suffering into a single heap reaching as far back as Cain and Able and as high as to almost touch the purity of heaven.

We are without guidance. Nothing more than children abandoned in a cave by unwanting parents, unable to see clearly the consequences of our actions.

So how are we to judge what is good and should be sought after in life being little more than a wretched breed of fools? We don’t see the world through the light of God. We see through eyes clouded with pride, greed, lust, and fear.

So it had been and always will be that man makes war upon the earth and himself, breeding only hate and destruction.

Some now who have heard by bitter words will say I am forgetting Lucifer the devil. For it must be him who is to blame for the evils of this world. That we humans are nothing more than leaves caught between two opposing storms, pitifully swirling through life; victims to the will of greater beings.

To this I say there is no devil. Any man who cannot first blame himself for his own miseries is a man unfitting to pass judgment on others. To attribute the burden of blame on another is a weakness rooted in the depths of our morality.