Golden Mysteries

I must accuse! Accuse those fiends who deserve nothing less than eternal torment!
The scoundrels who claimed to be heirs of Mnestia, used forbidden rites to insult gold dust that defiled pure love.
The stronger the wind, the farther it spread.
I cannot erase the grotesque scene from my mind. Those confused youths
Fell in love with whatever appeared before their eyes.
Some knelt, humbly begging an apple tree to love them forever.
Others took their family in arms, incestuous thoughts growing in their minds.
These poor soulless beings, unable to labor or think anymore,
Only knew to profess their desire to everyone in sight. How pathetic!
A city-state, once blessed by the Chrysalis of Gold, was destroyed in the very name of love.