the cracks in the pavement resemble a fallen man.ni walk right over him, i didn't lend a hand. fournhours coming cried my frontline. i opened mynmouth and i found nothing. severance is comingn(running). looked up from height (with sight), innever thought of crying (or sighing.) but i knew inmight (and i know i'm right). three hours coming,nthere's just no more time. and now i understandnwhat was meant to cease and desist; to lay downnmy defense. and my orders for the day were tonbuild a bridge and to blaze a path for everyonenthat is left. we have no power to convert ourncomplexion, we like to preserve.