the first of all who take the gift, the first of all who stretch out the right arm, only The Sin has been forgotten. But nobody forget a sinner if his face is still visible, although The Sin is unknow. Cos of this we are the most miserable creatures of Creation which enjoy to harass our own fellows. If one falls, our worlds will hurt more than the broken bones and the bloodsplit that will spatter the floor later. I know it. Sinister goes to gallows where everybody cheers, loud oh so loud to hide everybody's shame. Laugh is the second phase. Animal fear. I don't use to say a word, my wet tongue is dead for their dead ears. The Liquid Truth is very thick to them, very turgid; it's concentrated pain in a metal spoon that they have afraid of get in mouth. Cowards, castrated by the Holy Decree. The Elite of world complains. Error is something close to The Sin, so the Human Race likes to blame and cry, alone or together. And a little and closed restricted lineage wrote in the book of life before it was burnt the elemental misfortune that Catholicism loathes. Beyond good and bad, all of us are Sinners.