ah, my sin!

[Albedo]

oh, my sin, my beautiful sin, whose warm blood coated my hands like gloves against the winter sky! it is with thee that i do lie in lovelorn bitterness, prey to your cruelty, but oh, my sin, how willingly i would indulge in thee again and again! how i long to peel the petals off of you long before they're ready to shed, for thy pain is a sweet symphony of lustful tears. and yet you would run away from me! my sweet sin, i wish only to hurt you, to please you, to make you miserable and drink from thy misery as a chalice of warm october blood and tears! how many times i did cause your screams in your final moments, and with rapture i was the knife in your hand, the knife you plunged into your heart, and what joy i took in this excursion.....

ah, my sin, here's to the joys of seeing you again, of hearing thy fragile screams mingled with my name from thy lips..... may we forevermore cause eachother neverending pain..... and in this repose i shall be,

your love in dark blood and fucking,
albedo

[Albedo]

and at times like these, my sweet, cherished sin, i do look upon thy face imprinted in my memories with ardour and lust, lust for your innocence and pain.... very well do i remember the harm i caused you, and it is with rapture that i long to do it again.... oh thy pain and my pleasure, my pleasure and pain, sweet sinful one, have ensnared me in nightmares, nightmares i enjoy remorselessly......

and if you would return to me, with thine eyes on mine, and pay heed to the cleansing of my sins, the bathing of iniquity which only thy blood could suffuse, and yet heal, would i all but turn thee away, taking you up into my arms and crushing your delicate skeleton.... oh, the attractive sensuality of innocent limbs, eyes wide with terrour at thine own downfall.... how captivated i am by them! thy haunting phantasm, mocking me in my sleep and in my sleeplessness! come: come what may, whichever world within, but come, let us join to-gether once more, sin and purity bound, with thine arms round my neck and blood on my stomach, and let us flee from this realm, to a place of eternal pain and suffering and pleasurable misery.....

how i dote on thee, sweet sin! whence again shall we meet?

[Albedo]

ah, my sweet sin, my perversion and blasphemy, my beautiful and pure idolatry! to-night i dream'd that thou didst return to scorn me, and scorn me utterly so, while i slept ailing over mine own bedside. for it was a funereal chant that i prophesied, longing for the warmth and beauty of that treacherous, cursed pure heart, tainted as a conniving whore's. lo, for when crying out, "whither did thou run, why not will thee return to my strong arms embrace," thy daring brought thee to my deathbed, and with a gentle touch, the touch of a ghastly demon so cruel as not to lay hands upon thy lover with owed love indeed, thy most blackened reply was to say, "my snowy-haired angel, my divine, o light of my eyes, never did i leave you!"

untruth! lies! injustice! for it was vanity that did cause thee to turn thy back on my revelations, my messianic visions, a pathway to a new truth, but nay, thou would have naught to do with it! pity the fool i was and am, for with bent back and eyes of oceans, i plotted thy place of eternal resting, for it was as if thou said to me of thine own will, "i will have no more of it, love, see to it that you place me here and never again awaken me."

what ignorance is this? to turn thy back on a divinity, a god, one who gave thee the light of the heavens and said that thy glory would bask in it, more enchanting then all others to come before? for the softness of your flesh, the warmth of your promising blood, the thickness of thy bones, resisting my grip-----the cries thou did usher out, all were pretence, all were no more then rejections of this greater heaven to be ours. forevermore didst thou foresake me!

and so i should despise thee. i should loathe thee and spit upon thy memory, but no, no-----i return to it, time and again, and i live in it, and it consumes me. long since have i desired but you and you only, for this absence thou doth give me is merely taunting, teasing, vows of what is worthwhile when i have finally ensnared thee, claimed thee all for my own time again......

i do hate, and love, and desire, and condemn, and condone, and yearn for everything that is you, o my beautiful sin, and when the day cometh when i shall have all this, oh! will i punish you so terribly, so brutally, so beautifully it will be marvelous and enrapturing and poetic! and thy pleasure will rise at this, for mine own will, and in mine, yours!

[Mary]

shut up already! you have the hots for a dead chick, i get the point!!

[Wilhelm]

Let the man recite his love letters, Magdalene. Never did you see a greater excerpt of literature, including the era during which you tagged along with those three miserable scribes.

[Albedo]

blind, bitter interference! my love shall unfold without this input!

old man! android! saints and sinners! leave me be!

[Wilhelm]

T-elos is not an android, but a woman wearing armor.

[Albedo]

effortless imitation! a pox upon thee!

[Wilhelm]

Shut up, Shakespeare; if you please.

[Mary]

THANK YOU.

[Albedo]

to my beautiful sin,

i have nothing whatsoever to write to you to-day as my ardour, lust and passion have been stepped upon by the foulmouthed old man and his fake android! a pox upon thine eyes, cruel beings! thou hath killed my carnal pleasures!

[Voyager]

[Mary]

......

i really wish you wouldn't do that.

[Voyager]

[Mary]

WHY DON'T YOU TALK, DAMN IT.