Death's Atonement

Raise the blade of sin in your hand, cut off the worries, cut off the love and hatred, and finally cut off the memory that shed tears for you. I once longed for freedom, longed to say no to people and the world, but slowly, I acquiesced. I fell silent, looking at the knife in my hand, looking at the dead bones on the ground, and watching myself step by step like a conspirator, setting up a tomb that was mine and theirs. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.