What is it to be born cursed? For fate to choose that you hold the inheritance of being damned. Those before you, your ancestors, and those around you, scarred with tainted flesh.
It seems to me that being born with a curse puts you in a place in which you are bound to lose. Results of witnessing forced destruction of body and erasure of soul. Not only of self but a population of those just like you. When searching for material all I saw were pile of corpses. Everything turned into disposable value. What does it look like to repair and to revive these corpses? While being haunted by condemnation? To devote yourself to resurrection, rehabilitation and retaliation while destiny calls for demolition, crucifixion and deserted homelands. To sew up the limbs of these bodies, have the heart beat once again, bring back a civilization deemed as less, have them rise to take back what was once theirs; knowing that playing god results into punishment.
It all becomes a saying “damned if you do and damned if you don’t”
