the flow of sin

The flow of life drains away through two unnatural vertical slits. Life is too cruel and hard. I now know what the problems of the world are. We all carry our sins and the sins committed against us in our internal fluids, but the predominant curse fluid is the one that is constantly moving through our bodies, blood. I have decided to rid myself of all my sins and the sins of my fathers. Through these two vertical slits all my sins flow away to gather on my white porcelain sink. I feel redemption coming: the blackness fades from my eyes as I start to float. I can no longer feel anything from my old body as I continue to watch the flow of my sins. The sink is farther away, and i feel the up rush of air that must be my accention. I can see the fibrous hairs of my bathroom carpet. The last gossamer threads holding my life and spirit to this sin ridden body are beginning to break. I am free. I am at last free from the flow of sins...