They were the things that made this world ugly. The shadow over all things innocent. With these sins came destruction, a breaking down of the soul. They left a scar, a blackening of the heart, a smudge against your crystal clean plate. No one was clean, it was physically impossible to be so when the temptations were thrown at you day after day. Your resolve weakened, barriers started crumbling and the result was a guilt that ate away at your insides, festering in its own pool of disgust and hate until it poisoned you. The dark liquid tarnished you running through your system, hardening your heart and with it you fell deeper into an abyss of black, your annihilation imminent. And at the end of your life after all those years of mistreatment, you would look back and see, and think why?