#ooc; go listen to pray by american murder song

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"𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅."

Each piece of food given is a blessing. A blessing by the Lord, and his Father. Each piece of clothing is God's charity upon him. With each blessing, he must keep in mind his own sins. He knew his sins in and out, his Father having reminded him time and time again. The things he need be wary of. His lack of restraint, his lack of manners, but most importantly his appearance. His existence was a punishment in itself. He would prove himself to his Father.

@lustandrot

(𝟏/𝟐)

[part-of-the-architecture]

"𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆."

For as much as he wanted to prove himself to his Father, there was another side to this. The satchel he had received had been well hidden of course. He did not view it as a gift, but instead a blessing. A blessing given to him by someone other than his Father. It reminded him of Esmeralda. He missed her. Although, this stranger was different. He wanted to make use of the blessing, but was it not a sin? Greed. To not cherish what he already had, what his Father had already provided him? He couldn't do nothing with such a blessing though. A choice was made.

One sin to repent from. One carving. A rat. One gift derived from a blessing.

He snuck down, just as he had last night. Leaving the rat carving in the same spot as the satchel. He hoped the stranger would be able to cherish it.

@lockinthebelltower

(𝟐/𝟐)