Unoriginal Sin

On 11th March, I'd a dream that I'd died. It started to come true soon.

On 24th July, they hung me by the noose until death.

On 25th, my skulls rolled down a hill to a sea of my decomposed bodies.

I was never laid to rest, I just died and hung between the world, in a shadow from which, there was not extrication.

My sin was birth. I was born. That was my sin.