yourpleasantdarkness

 Sin is so delicious. Disaster is so enchanting. Danger is so enticing. These negatives, cons of the world, wrapped in glimmering gold attract even the most straightforward of people, be it priest, prophet, or pastor. Something in the way the titanic sank, cries screaming from on board, something in the way the towers fell, disaster filling the air, something about maladies and plagues, disasters and the dead reaches out and pulls us in. But why would something as attractive as the burns and bites of tragedy call to us so? Perhaps, maybe just perhaps, it is that the coils of the snake that slowly strangle us in the darkness are just out of th