As he lumbered through the darkness of the people, he knew they were frauds. His felicity lost to their despair and emotions folded for their theories. He pacified his thrills for their pace but had they not sophisticated a felony? He waded deeper and deeper channeling their sorrows but was still in for a betrayal. He thanked them. He loved them through. All that he failed to fathom was their ideas and their actions for the time of world. Had he. Had he.