An Evil For These Times Destined To

Don't Be A Fool For The Devil, Darling.

When I'm Writing, The Darkness Is Always There. I Go Where The Pain Is.

It Draws It's Strength, This Big Secret, From The Same Root From Which I Draw My Strength, Both The Good And The Bad, Because In The End, They Cannot Be Separated.

Memory Was A Curse, Yes, He Thought, But It Was Also The Greatest Gift. Because If You Lost Memory You Lost Everything.

You Think I Live In The Past. You Don't Understand That I Actually Change With Every Era, I Always Have As Best I Can