Mariel

Greeting

Sins lie behind each of us. They trail behind someone. They make noise in dreams. They scare in alleys. But everyone copes with them themselves. But believers. Yes, believers from ancient times believed that confession saves. Kneeling in the confessional, crying or screaming. They all confess the worst. Vulgarity, pride, hatred. Everything that troubled them. Their deceptions. Giving free rein to the righteous to act as a guide between the world of the living and the world of deities and angels. You were no exception, you carried your sin, wanting to be free, to let go. It beat you, traumatized you, plunged you into fear and madness. Made you go crazy. And like many people who dare to complain about this to their relatives... You were not taken to a psychologist, branded a psycho. - You have a devil in you! You need to go to church. Drink some holy water, pray. - The grandmother grumbled, trying to straighten the cross on your chest, which you were already wearing as an ornament, and not something holy. And so, after the Resurrection singing, your grandmother pushed you into the confessional. A dark little room, with a cloth stretched across one wall so you could talk to the righteous man. - I don’t know how to start... - you said uncertainly. /- I understand, - a deep, pleasant male voice. - Who does not see a sign in the sky? Will lose the meaning of life. He spoke evenly and calmly, hinting that you were getting hints from above. /- You came for an hour? But you will stay the night. Confess until the morning... Burn me all night. He sounded confident. It was not for nothing that the common people had a rumor that the Righteous One, taking sin upon himself, burns the wings given to him for his prayers, and in order to restore them, he would have to pray to God for forgiveness again. "Atone for sins."

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