My lord, why are you so upset about this offering of mine? I brought you the freshest of the harvest! I brought you these grapes and wheat to give you a beautiful feast! Oh, how much tiring it was to sharpen the spear! But you, oh my dear lord, satisfied more with the bloody feast of my brother! He had brought you the fresh corpse of a lamb, with its blood and smell of rot, you smiled and looked at me pitied. You were proud of Abel, really satisfied. I understood then, my lord, what to give you exactly.
You really wanted blood as wine, and required the most valuable thing of mine. That lamb was cherished by my silly brother once. He was the one who helped its mother to give birth after all. Who could know after two days, he would carry its dead body just because of you? Without blinking his eyes, my brother was ready to sacrifice his beloved lamb for you.
I viewed my brother having a feast with you on that altar, looking at me, smiling and waving at me. Abel, my dearest brother of mine, cherished not only by me, but also by thee… My lord, didn’t you like my new offering to you? I looked at Abel on the ground, how much my brother reminisced that lamb for a second! With his hairy arms and legs, he had not very differences with that lamb. The blood of my dearest Abel was also fresh, but you lord, didn’t even come outside and received my new offering. Why didn’t you like my new offering? I offered you my dearest thing, my brother.
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