The devil's at his strongest while we're looking the other way, like a program running in the background silently, while we're busy doing other sh1t.
Daemons, they call them.
They perform action without user interaction. Monitoring, logging, notifications. Primal urges, repressed memories, unconscious habits. They're always there, always active. We can try to be right, we can try to be good. We can try to make a difference, but it's all bullshit.
'Cause intentions are irrelevant.
They don't drive us.
Daemons do. And me?
I've got more than most.