The good die young. The young die good. Plato said that only the dead saw the end of war. Those who wish to have immortal glory should find glory in the Immortal
We often soften our cotton linen with the tears of the hidden orphan We trod on the sod bought with the sweat of the hidden orphan We don gems that are ****** with the curses of the hidden orphan
We never listen to the forsaken and abandoned hidden orphan .
The gentleman in the black trench coat breathed out a puff of smoke and said,through the fog, "I am a breeze of relief to some and a storm of wrath for others."
He took out a crumpled piece of paper. Read it and mumbled, "I wonder what your share is?"
The seeker runs quicker around every street, his knees getting weaker.. The city fog,getting thicker The seeker can't figure out this mystery.. Feels close but he doesn't know that the speck of gold he's looking for...........