Dear my lovely peers,
I am regretting my being locked in this godforsaken place where one cannot even do their private business in true privacy. I regret that I have come to be confined in such a place that my wings cannot stretch out, cannot gather the air beneath them to heal my desires. I regret that I have been thrown away, my existence losing merit to all but my victim and the family of them, for I bear all too much importance to their lives. I tell you and tell you that I regret many a thing, many a thing that has me here today. But I do not tell you that I regret my action, and in doing so, I wish to justify. I believe that without sin we are worthless creatures, as in order for good there must be bad. If there is not, how are we to define good? How are we to judge it? We are not. Therefore, it must be apparent to you that evil and sin is not as corrupt as it may seem. Because without the devious sin, true devotion and repentance cannot be achieved. Can you imagine? A world where Jesus did not pay for our sins, because there never were any? I cannot. As for there to be talk of Jesus, there should have been sin committed, to hang the messenger and son of dear God. But I ponder, and accept that sin is real, sin is necessary. I am not a man full of sin by all means, but only a man full of cause. Sin by cause is a righteous sin, if not in the eyes of God, but in the eyes of the people. Said reasoning is why the Holy church was able to kill so many in the battles for Christianity. The sin committed a bright and red flower blooming, but not withering at the dying of the oppressed. This sin is justified, righteous, perhaps the word of God himself! Ah! But it is still sin. My brothers and sisters gather around the foot of Christ as he hangs from the nails drove into the board, and drink from his blood the wine of forgiveness. I have sinned. But I believe that God will forgive me, as should you, if you are right, god fearing people. For the murder I have committed against one of his creations came at cost to myself, and I have begged for forgiveness. He who knows all sees all, and knows the injustice I served at the hands of the poor man who now lays under the dirt. In a box built from his precious wood. The wood of the floor he trapped me under. But alas! You shall not believe me. No one will! But that is fine. I have served my time, done my sin, and came back to him. I advise you to make your peace, friends, before you may end up in a situation such as mine. So I leave it up to you to forgive, or to punish. But I know that I am watched, and he who watches knows I know. So when I leave here, I shall not be alone. Not afraid. So please do not heavy your heart for me, a poor sinner, and do keep my letter, if only to read from time to time. I bid you goodday, and farewell. May we meet again in the land with golden streets.
From, Judas.