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September 26, 2010
I am seeped in sin.

I imagine if sin were tangible, it would take on the appearance of blackish mercury. There is a dangerous instinct to touch that pretty liquid metal. Just to feel the way it might roll around in my hands. Would it be cold? Smooth? If I submerged my entire body in it, would it drag me under or keep me afloat?

Somehow, I stumbled upon a lake of mercury sin, and though everyone warned me against it, I jumped in.

They wiped off my skin and declared me clean, but I feel death growing inside me.