The children are here to sing and dance. Watch them as they linger and prance stepping on the brimstone's and ashes. Just barely missing the lashes of the whip that cracks and smashes. What they don’t realize is the whip that drives them to the fire, like a Sheppard and his herd. But they lose their way and the Sheppard leads his herd to a cliff, like society leads us to death. We allow ourselves to be lead with the herd. Watch the children as they stand up against the clenching hand. They become free to be their own. The children are here to sing and dance.