Wars, Flashing Teeth, Chaos and Solace

There was a time, when Sins would have given anything, including his decrepit looking, sentimental value possessing black shirts to anyone who so ever desired it, if only, if only he were given a sense of hope, a calm, rational, guiding voice, so to speak in his life. Maybe, it was already there, maybe it … Continue reading Wars, Flashing Teeth, Chaos and Solace