There Will Be Killing Till

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!

Now Deep In Ocean Sunk The Lamp Of Light, And Drew Behind The Cloudy Vale Of Night.

Uncontrollable Laughter Arose Among The Blessed Gods.

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.

Everything Flows And Nothing Stays.