sin leads us away from the sacred. And only confession can purge sin
The notion that we're all equal in the eyes of the Seven doesn't sit well with some, so they belittle me
I imagine this is strange for you. Everyone you meet has a hidden motive and you pride you
The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes. How'd we smell without perfume
