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" 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 temporarilyshe 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 appearsto me to be discourteous to... to wearthe symbol of a deity long dead. My ancestors tried to find it. And to openthe 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 believein 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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