Theatre Of Tragedy - And Then He Falleth
"be My Kin Free Fro Carnal Sin,
Bride The Thoughts Of Master."
"there Hath Past Away A Glore Fro The Earth;
A Glore That In The Hearts And Minds Of Men,
Men Demented - Blindfolded By Light,
Hourisheth As Weed In Their Well-groom'd Garihs."
"might I Too Was Blindfolded Ere,
Tho' Years Have Master'd Me
A Masque Of This To Fashion:
Seer Blest, Thou Best Philosopher!"
"tis The Divine Comedy -
The Fool And The Mocking Court:
Fool, Kneel Now, And Ring Thy Bells!:
We Hold The Earth To Heaven Away."
"the Quality Of Mercy And Absolution,
Whence Cometh Such Qualities?
Build Thyself A Mirror In Which
Solely Wanton Images Of Thy Desire Appear!"
"tis Is Divine Tragedy -
The Fool And The Rocking Court:
Fool, Kneel Now, And Ring Thy Bells!:
Make Us Guffaw At Thy Futile Follies,
Yet For Our Blunders - Oh, In Shame;
Earth Beareth No Balm For Mistakes -
We Hold The Earth To Hell Away."
- That Cross You Wear Around Your Neck;
Is It Only A Decoration, Or Are You A True Christian Believer?
- Yes, I Believe - Truly
- Then I Want You To Remove It At Once!
And Never To Wear It Within This Castle Again!
Do You Know How A Falcon Is Trained My Dear?
Her Eyes Are Sown Shut. Blinded Temporarily
She Suffers The Whims Of Her God Patiently,
Until Her Will Is Submerged And She Learns To Serve -
As Your God Taught And Blinded You With Crosses.
- You Had Me Take Off My Cross Because It Offended...
- It Offended No-one. No - It Simply Appears
To Me To Be Discourteous To... To Wear
The Symbol Of A Deity Long Dead.
My Ancestors Tried To Find It. And To Open
The Door That Separates Us From Our Creator.
- But You Need No Doors To Find God. If You Believe...
- Believe?! If You Believe You Are Gullible.
Can You Look Around This World And Believe
In The Goodness Of A God Who Rules It?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease And Death!
They Rule This World.
- There Is Also Love And Life And Hope.
- Very Little Hope I Assure You. No.
If A God Of Love And Life Ever Did Exist...
He Is Long Since Dead.
Someone... Something Rules In His Place.
"believe? In A Deity Long Dead? -
I Would Rather Be A Pagan Suckled In Creeds Outworn;
With Faartytales Fill'd Up In Head:
Thoughts Of The Book Stillborn."
"shadow Of Annoyance -
Ne'er Come Hither
...and Then He Falleth,
He Falleth Like Lucifer
Ne'er To Ascend Again..."
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