Seraphim
Bronze Member
In the past, you praised a fifteen-year-old boy.
You were stoned. Burned at the stake.
That’s the story they told me —
pulled from a chest of filth.
So I came from the future
to tell you a secret:
Those who hurled stones into your chest with fury
now roll out red carpets
for even greater crimes —
as long as they're committed by their own.
It's not about the sin —
it's about who sins.
The sin remains the same.
But for their kind, forgiveness.
For the others, punishment.
You were stoned. Burned at the stake.
That’s the story they told me —
pulled from a chest of filth.
So I came from the future
to tell you a secret:
Those who hurled stones into your chest with fury
now roll out red carpets
for even greater crimes —
as long as they're committed by their own.
It's not about the sin —
it's about who sins.
The sin remains the same.
But for their kind, forgiveness.
For the others, punishment.