Pretty girls spinning,
Stars up there shining...

Scattered in a pumpkin farm,
big and round, complete in bright orange...

Red snow surrounding me
freeze and cold...

I stand in front
of the mirror...

What make a God happy?
ist it by wars and torture...

This dreamy wish
of happy ending...

Jesus Christ is the righteous.
He is the Son of God...

Sun comes up, for summer
for the that last final time...

In this basket is filled with stuff
that no one had ever seen...

Death is so beautiful.
she wrinkles in purple, red and yellow...

A friend piddles up the hill
time seems to slow down...

Body fail to respond
can't hear the outside world...