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Jun 2018
Blood of Cain,
but I wish I could claim
Abel as my forefather.
How could I trace
this dubious liniage
that far, you ask?
All the evidence
is in my genetics.
Though the blood on my hands
doesn't belong to anyone else.

Blood of Cain
or blood of Abel
it doesn't change the fact
that I'm of the line
that tasted the forbidden fruit.
It's idiotic, really
that it is portrayed as an apple,
since it was never classified as so in the text.
But that's beside the point,
I'm being pedantic
to avoid the bitter truth
that I'd rather not face.
I come from a family of sinners.
Maybe I'm doomed to the same fate.

h.f.m.
Hannah Marr
Written by
Hannah Marr  19/F/Canada
(19/F/Canada)   
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