(Young girl). ((Buttons instead of eyes)). The sacred knife of fall is sewn into my destiny. Like the heaviness of doubt, It cuts into my soul. Those in whom the vessel of peace is already full to the brim. They are outcasts, blood boils in their hearts. Their life is a moment, Passes on Earth. Their names are oblivion, And the mind sleeps in the darkness. Where is the beginning of everything, And where is the crown of everything. Non-existence is not perishable, because decay has an end. (high contrast, cartoon). (Art by Tim Burton:1.4).