E M E R A L D  C I T Y  C H R O N I C L E S

I cried tears of love as I,

with sharp things,

sacrificed that which was the first part of my joy,

my brother.

And the Blood of Abel covered the altar

and smelled sweet as it burned.

But my Father said,

“Cursed are you, Caine,

who killed your brother.

As I was cast out so shall you be.”