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And When He Falleth (remix)And When He Falleth"Be my kin free fro varnal 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, Hourisheth as weed 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." "Believe? In a deily long dead? - I would rather be a pagan suckled in creeds outworn; Whith faartytales 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..." |