Ineffable nefarious taradiddle. The endless fable, and riddle, of Cain and Abel. One slew the other without a quiver. A man went from cinnamon to eerie black. Labeled unstable and mentally disabled, Barely able to bounce back from being set adrift on a dark and ***** track.
He turned his eyes to the Aurora, faced the same fate as ***** and Gomorrah, the most hated man in all the Torah. The father of ****** and maker of Pandora's box. He walked with what God had seen as a pox. Forever caught on this plane with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. Looking down, he felt stained and inhumane as he observed the world he caused so much pain, yet now, he is all that has remained sustained.
Now again, he turns to the Aurora. He finds nothing but the sky's acid rain drip down across an unholy frown and a mark for a crown. He walks through each desert and town searching for someone holy to guide him back, but not a man is good as him now. Not a single man stands his height because he became a symbol for whats right. He seeks good according to God, not himself. Human kind is now much different, and his sin against his brother is now not the worst, despite the fact that it did come first.
I felt as though this flew from my finger tips. It was kinda weird.