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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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