Welcome to global thunder.
Have a stormy nighty.
I hope that your child dies of heartattack.

Did you sleep soundly?
With your child's corpse?

Can you hear the incinerator?
Killing all the the nightmares.
It's beautiful. Simple. Flame and forgetting.

Where is your child now?
'ah! Let me get you a new one, that isn't afraid of gunfire.'