The happiest picnic on Earth.
And then, when we grow old and die,
Let the world belong
to the horses and the cows,
The spiders, the chipmunks.
They'll do fine without us.
And then, a new generation,
one that can combine
Natural joys
with natural curiosity,
Will build cities nothing like our own.
And they'll live on.
Peter! Wendy!
Peter! Wendy! Open the door!
I order you to open the door!
What kind of joke is this?
Open the door! Right now!
Kill. Kill them.
And I saw a new heaven and a new earth,
For the first heaven and the
first earth had passed away,
And I saw the new city,
coming down from God out of heaven.
And I heard a great voice
out of heaven saying,
Behold, the tabernacle
of God is with men,
And he will dwell with them.
And God shall wipe away
all tears from their eyes,
And there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying,
Neither shall there be any more pain:
For the former things are passed away.
Hernando.
I'm here, Dear, I'm here.
Sleep, sleep.
God help me.