HAPPILY lived Mankind in the peaceful Valley of Ignorance.
It was not much, as rivers go. But it was enough for the humble needs of the villagers.
In the evening, when they had watered their cattle and had filled their casks, they were content to sit down to enjoy life.
wow gold,
The Old Men Who Knew were brought forth from the shady corners where they had spent their day, pondering over the mysterious pages of an old book.
They mumbled strange words to their grandchildren, who would have preferred to play with the pretty pebbles, brought down from distant lands.
Happily lived Mankind in the peaceful Valley of Ignorance.
Out of the darkness crept a man.
wow gold,
The nails of his hands were torn.
His feet were covered with rags, red with the blood of long marches.
As it was in the beginning—as it is now—and as some day(so we hope)it shall no longer be。
a ery nice poem
