Intro / and When He Falleth-Theatre Of Tragedy

Be my kin free fro carnal sin, Bridle the thoughts of thy 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, Nourisheth as w**d in their well-groom'd garths. Might I too was blindfolded ere, The quality of mercy and absolution, Tho' years have master'd me Whence cometh such qualities? A masque of this to fashion: Build thyself a mirror in which Seer blest, thou best philosopher! Solely wanton images of thy desire appear! 'Tis the Divine Comedy - 'Tis the Divine Tragedy - The fool and the mocking court; The fool and the mocking court; Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! We hold the Earth fro Heaven away. Make us guffaw at thy futile follies, Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame; Earth beareth no balm for mistakes - We hold the Earth fro 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 sewn 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 seperates 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; Whith farytales fill'd up in head; Thoughts of the Book stillborn. Shadow of annoyance - Ne'er come hither! ...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer, Ne'er to ascend again...