Greetings my dear reader.

It is within my knowledge that no one would actually take notice to pick up this measly piece of paper. Yet it is also within my concern that if ever someone would likely stumble upon this writing and be curious enough to see what is inside, they would be utmost delighted to be greeted. I for one am fond of being recognized and noticed despite my nonchalant response on the matter such as a simple good evening. But sometimes, one can never truly read anyone's mind with just the look on their bare faces. This lonesome lady of yours would be just the fit of the right example.

Now, onward to my tale for today. Perhaps you wouldn't be so interested on this little chitchat but with my story, wouldn't you?

For today, I would like to talk about smiling devils in the guise of innocent angels parading on the streets like on a grand crusade of the good. They would hop on and about their time pretending as if they were the saints and sons and daughters of the Almighty, coming down from heaven and stepped on the soiled dirt of the earth in order to be the molds and statues of...