Two Options

Serpent the road Slim shinny body young women's waist curve The breast of a white dove is the journey of the race of men Riding slowly along the right path as caterpillar's joy walk So far so nice so logical so rational No fear of any accident no fear of any war Then comes the turn where there is no sun no light Pot holes are not seen poles are not so bright A man from unholy land strikes him hard from behind The wooden glass till date was safe The vase of flower now has broken The string no more holds the pearl Who is to be held guilty who is to blame? Accident does not occur only for your faults Be you rational or gentle still you can be attacked upon Peace is like tasteless dry fruit And aggression is like juicy sweet So it is better to prepare the lemon -shake before the thirst So is to prepare the deterrence before you are thrashed Options are two and choice three is missing You will die or you will win Before all these you need to decide the destiny Before the journey you start you need the right cause As bad taste spoils your mood In the same way wrong cause may spoil your life in hell.