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Why must you burn for the sin you did not commit? Why must you suffer for a curse you

did not consent to? Oh poor heart, Why must you pay for the eye, him who looked
at what should have been left unseen?

The night has fallen, yet the agony of the heart keeps tormenting me. Cursing me not
to die; Cursing my eyes stay awake for the sins they have committed. They too must
pay; a price for allowing the goddess to relentlessly bewitch every part of my being.

Does she knows of this, and yet take pleasure from this agony? If I slay this goddess,

will my heart find peace? Or will she, with her last words, curse my soul for eternity? Can
one prevail over a goddess’s curse?

Is the eye of a blind man immune? Must I rip mine out, hoping not to be depraved? If my
eyes can’t see, will my ears, nose, tongue or skin betray me? Is the heart of a dormant
man corrupted or cursed? Or will my soul suffer in eternity if not treated?

Often, I do see her in the courtyard, when attending my duty: polishing the floor. Too high,
I dare not look. Too low, my presence is trivial. Countless times, I have hoped for an
audience, maybe we could come to an agreement.

But such privilege is inconceivable, even if one might to assume possible, I am afraid my
mouth will betray my trust. If my sins were to be told, who knows what will become
of me. A conqueror is it? or a soulless marionette?

Must I breath in such an abyss for the sins of my eyes? Suffering until the gods pay mercy
on my soul? Too heavy to carry, such a burden only shortens my days and elongates
my tormented nights. For some, it is a blessing, but for me, a dormant man is bliss.

Blind they say it is, but for whom? The goddess Or the cursed one? I wonder.