In the deep deseption of of every day life, lies are told and people are thrown away.

Unwanted souls wander the earth in despair of their loved ones they once loved.

Blackness falls as dusk draws near and Death rises up from the depths of the dark underworld, and learks in the shadows of the night.

All is well as dawn draws near, and the morning glories come alive.

Dew on the morning grass moistens Death's cloak as he wanders about the neighborhood, as sunlight shines on his pale blue eyes, all is well and all is normal.