"Be my kin free fro carnal sin,
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Bridle the thoughts of thy Master."
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"There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;
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A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
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Men demented - blindfolded by light,
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Nourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths."
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"Might I too was blindfolded ere,
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"The quality of mercy and absolution,
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Tho' years have master'd me
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Whence cometh such qualities?
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A masque of this to fashion:
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Build thyself a mirror in which
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Seer blest, thou best philosopher!"
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Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!"
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"'Tis the Divine Comedy -
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"'Tis the Divine Tragedy -
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The fool and the mocking court;
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The fool and the mocking court;
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Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
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Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
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We hold the Earth fro Heaven away."
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Make us guffaw at thy futile follies,
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Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame;
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Earth beareth no balm for mistakes -
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We hold the Earth fro Hell away."
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[Dialogue:]
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[Male Voice]
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That cross you wear around your neck;
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is it only a decoration, or are you a
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true Christian believer?
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[Female Voice]
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Yes, I believe - truly.
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Then I want you to remove it at once!
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- and never to wear it within this castle
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again! Do you know how a falcon is trained my
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dear? Her eyes are sewn shut. Blinded temporarily
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she suffers the whims of her God patiently, until
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her will is submerged and she learns to serve -
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as your God taught and blinded you with
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crosses.
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You had me take off my cross because it
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offended....
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It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
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to me to be discourteous to... to wear
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the symbol of a deity long dead.
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My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
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the door that seperates us from our Creator.
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But you need no doors to find God.
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If you believe....
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Believe?! If you believe you are...gullible.
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Can you look around this world and believe
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in the goodness of a god who rules it?
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Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
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They rule this world.
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There is also love and life and hope.
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Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god
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of love and life ever did exist...he is long
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since dead. Someone...something rules in his
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place.
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[sung:]
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"Believe? In a deity long dead? -
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I would rather be a pagan suckled in creeds outworn;
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Whith faarytales fill'd up in head;
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Thoughts of the Book stillborn."
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"Shadow of annoyance -
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Ne'er come hither!
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...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,
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Ne'er to ascend again..."
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And When He Falleth
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| Theatre Of Tragedy |
