If you bring out the cleverness in you it can bring out the dumbness in others. As the scene goes a miss the residue gathered in the mist. While he reminises the past judgement followed him for all his sins. Knowing women and men are never built to last. Then a whitewashed culvert glittered as the sealights beamed on golden sands. Just as the tides turned reveling the ocean floor. Then man wrote with quil and ink. Having the need to stop to think in the blink of a eye there futures passed. Exiled in the shadow of presence then cut down in prime of life. Withdrawing from solitude in a endless embrace of love leaving the abruptness of hate behind. Knowing they were still haunted by there dreams. As sweat lanquished on there pillows drained by the memories of all that fell. Nor trench or soil, iron or lead could keep out that deadly stench. There's no innocence in war so why do they keep death a secret. Is it because babies die leaving loved ones to cry. Without willful bliss needing a affectionate kiss to tame there hearts as they wished the need for peace.