Can A Faith That Does Nothing Be

Often It Is Fatal To Live Too Long.

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.

By Dying I Wanted To Maintain My Honor, And Hide A Flame So Black From The Daylight!

To Repair The Irreparable Ravages Of Time.

Ah, Why Can't I Know If I Love, Or If I Hate?