The bible tells a story
that a terrible god dictated
the plight of two brothers,
the just one and the traitor
Abel paltry and cowardly,
the slave of his master
Cain who didn't join the game
and what unfolded
I curse you, thunders the voice of his judge,
our father who deprived us of Eden
Cain broke apart with a gesture
his yoke of slavery,
ran away from relentless eyes1,
beared his own cross,
hunted for breaking a law
which he doesn't understand and which doesn't take him into account2
You'll suffer, you'll die, this is his will
but here still are sons of Cain
The tribe of runaways
grew and multiplied
The sign which marginalizes them
hasn't ever disappeared.
I curse you, cry the sons of Abel
at the right hand of their master, the might
You'll suffer, you'll die, this is his will
but here still are sons of Cain.
Maybe we, the humans,
simultanously are Abel and Cain
Maybe I'll3 destroy one day the dark which is within me
The destiny4 isn't decided5 at birth
I've chosen to be what I'll always be
Son of Cain
Sons of Cain
Sons of Cain
Sons of Cain...
1. lit. "eye"2. or "which doesn't rely on him"3. or "s/he/it'll"4. or "destination"5. or "marked"