The cracks in the pavement resemble a fallen man. I walk right over him, i didn't lend a hand. four Hours coming cried my frontline. i opened my Mouth and i found nothing. severance is coming (running). looked up from height (with sight), i Never thought of crying (or sighing.) but i knew i Might (and i know i'm right). three hours coming, There's just no more time. and now i understand What was meant to cease and desist; to lay down My defense. and my orders for the day were to Build a bridge and to blaze a path for everyone That is left. we have no power to convert our Complexion, we like to preserve.