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Then one day our Father said to us, Caine, Abel to Him Above you must make a sacrifice - a gift of the first part of all that you have. And I, first-born Caine, I gathered the tender shoots the brightest fruits the sweetest grass. And Abel, second-born, Abel slaughtered the youngest, the strongest, the sweetest of his animals. On the alter of our Father we laid our sacrifices and lit fire under them and watched the smoke carry them up to the One Above. The sacrifice of Abel, second-born smelled sweet to the One Above and Abel was blessed. And I, first-born Caine, I was struck from beyond by a harsh word and a curse, for my sacrifice was unworthy.