No One Knows What Cuases

It Wasn't So Easy Though, Ending The War. A War Is A Huge Fire; The Ashes From It Drift Far, And Settle Slowly.

You Can Think Clearly Only With Your Clothes On.

These Things You Did Were Like Prayers; You Did Them And You Hoped They Would Save You. And For The Most Part They Did. Or Something Did; You Could Tell By The Fact That You Were Still Alive.

And Consider: It Is Loss To Which Everything Flows, Absence In Which Everything Flowers

Time Rises And Rises, And When It Reaches The Level Of Your Eyes You Drown.