Ah Me, Thou Destiny, Giver Of Evil

In The End We All Come To Be Cured Of Our Sentiments.

I Think That When The Lies Are All Told And Forgot The Truth Will Be There Yet. It Dont Move About From Place To Place And It Dont Change From Time To Time. You Cant Corrupt It Any More Than You Can Salt Salt.

How Surely Are The Dead Beyond Death. Death Is What The Living Carry With Them. A State Of Dread, Like Some Uncanny Foretaste Of A Bitter Memory. But The Dead Do Not Remember And Nothingness Is Not A Curse. Far From It.

She Was Gone And The Coldness Of It Was Her Final Gift.

When You Die It's The Same As If Everybody Else Did Too.