Gloomy Soldiers

Eyes like cynthia's brow starin beyond the cloud in a ruminative refine gaze indelliblely staring skyward the men of the shadow deviced it like a rustling of a dry leaf He has rustled up, and cross the rubicon.... Man is now cruel.. Man is bestial and blustery Man is now a canal beast.. O why ar you so cruel? Even to the unguilty Yes! He was not a hood you take even the unguilty when ravening like a wild beast... For who to take next In this gloomy world...