(And Angel said: 'Thus every one of your boasts
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that what he writes is new; tho' it is only
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the Contents or Index of already publish'd
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books. A man carried a monkey about for a
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show, and because he was a little wiser than
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the monkey, grew vain, and conceiv'd himself
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himself as much wiser than seven men. It is
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with every one of you: he shows the folly of
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churches, and exposes hypocrities, till he
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imagines that all are religious, and himself
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the single one on earth that ever broke a net.
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Now hear a plain fact: He has not written one
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new truth. Now hear another: he has written
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all the old falsehoods. And now hear the reason.
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He conversed with Angels who are all religious,
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and conversed not with Devils who all hate
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religion, for he was incapable thro' his
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conceited notions. Thus his writings are a
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recapitulation of all superficial opinions,
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and analysis of the more sublime but no further.')
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I have done all my quests.
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I am glad more or less.
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Last time when I had gone -
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She had screamed she would come
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And try to recognise
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What a deuce... Wench am I!
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I shalt bring many things
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When I spread my dark wings.
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So ye wilt scream and cry -
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I shalt hurt ye and I'll
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Raise your laugh for a while
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After that... Whore am I!
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In the groove!
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The most of you will never got to be happy at all
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Because you can only weep and complain,
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Because you try to remember your own childhood's days...
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I've got to remind you of coffins
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And haunt you again and again
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And the chain of life won't break anyway...
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So, eaten bread is soon forgotten -
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Taken cares soon disappear!
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Angel of the dreams and nightmares
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Show me the way you have flown this night
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What have you seen,
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What have you heard,
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What have you done?
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"...At the eventide
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I was flying high above the woods,
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I was going across the hills
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Through the trees
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I've seen the bloody moon in the midnight skies,
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I've shed the vampiric mist on the fields
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Oh, I worked very hard...
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But I don't seem to have done a lot...
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World needs adversities
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Because they give you (opportunity to) hope -
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The hope does let you get
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Something's like a nice tomb.
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Are you silly worm really surprised?
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Do not you know, opportunity seldom knocks twice...
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And your cares knock at your door almost everyday!
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So, eaten bread is soon forgotten -
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Taken cares soon disappear
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Don't cry poor mankind, be quiet - I am here.
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Soon I'll be feeding you... Guess what I brought
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You as the others do need some meal. -
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I will have given to you that ideal
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I've ruined the human mansions -
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Now there's misery and sadness there
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Lick up your sweet desperation:
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Have your bread and have your death!
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But eaten bread is soon forgotten -
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Almost all these brats ate the bread,
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Devoured the gotten
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I worked very hard...
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But I don't seem to have done a lot...
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And so I shall never stay without my work."
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Eaten & Forgotten
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| Divina Enema |
