Clowns now appear They are all carrying knives and cups of
gasoline "Tonight is our death" The clowns then begin to slash each
otherthe skies open up, the flames pour inthe world watched in awe
MESMERIZED The populations soon follow the clown's lead Death is in
the air The three adults once again start talkingthey ask questions
of faith and love "We shall live past these days, rid of all we've
done" I see what they mean nowbut the wretched smell has overcomeI
am goneTHE BABY BORN WITH THE END OF THE WORLDAwake
The five of us haven't spoken in hours Sitting alone to our own
thoughts Only we will know what strange things boredom has created