英語プレイセリフの試し I Unpenitent

Orc the Unpenitentがこう申した
make no mistake, we are indeed lowest of the low, the scum of earth. we are harlots, murderers, adulterers and rapists, or their children.
do not try to find divine grace here now all of a sudden as you spend an hour in the afternoon slumming for your entertainment. you who have never even considered the possibility of grace here ever before in your mind.  Unless we the poor, wretched and evil could find some excuses called sin, a debt that can be paid back to you who think you are the masters of the society.
this Fall is not of grace from God, but of human nature from civilization, into the jungle.
do not suppose bread you gave today through charity could bring salvation while the hungry stomach yells for eternity, nor the wine which are only entitled to you who can enjoy life.
if saving us through grace is your intention, prepare to sacrifice true flesh in addition, and know that you shall lose and drink red and gory blood battling evil idols of thought, form, and worth. the blood that tastes like pus and iron of suffering in life instead of the fragrant wine that is joyful death.
there is more than one type of  transmutation in huaman nature.
too often are those who speak of medicine but reserve it only for the rich and well bred. one is asked to eat well before becoming healthy.
the uncured will always spread illness and evil unless killed and burnt en masse.
is this your mass? is this your cure? 
do you think feeding us what you eat and drink would save the lowly scum like us from illness and death? 
the evil craves only for one thing, medicine, which you have saved that for youself. and when you hear the evil mens imploring for it, you call that greed without a doctors insight.
so to Hell we justly fall, without remorse. may there be true medicine for ill souls.
let evil evil be, and when morals cease and desist, let evil judge for its own sake whether it deserves good or surpasses it.
i have only my unconqerable faith in the promise of cure.