The End

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end

Of your elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I´ll never look into your eyes again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill


The Doors

in Paradise Lost (Book I, verse 249)

(...) Farewell, happy fields,
Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail,
Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell,
Receive thy new possessor - one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
(...)


John Milton