This is the first version, will most likely revise it several times before I'm in any way satisfied :)
Edit: fixed some tense discrepansies.
Sonnet 8 (The Wanderer's thoughts)
I've talked with those of you who worship me,
A silly thing, though fitting none the less.
There is a certain perfect irony;
His children pity me and my distress!
I've wandered aimlessly through time and space,
To some I've granted life, a drop, no more;
Results have varied: some discovered grace,
While others turned to blood and gore galore.
For centuries I've trudged through sin and worse,
And though I was the first to stain the earth,
Did I deserve this never ending curse?
It was His proudest one who gave Death birth!
I slew and buried Abel in the mud:
My name is Cain; I bear the mark of Blood.
Sonnet by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2008-02-28 at 02:07
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