And When He Falleth

(Are you a Christian believer?) (Yes, I believe) 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 Flourisheth as weed in their well-groomed garths (Might I too was blindfolded ere) the quality of mercy and absolution (Tho' years have mastered me) whence cometh such qualities? Build thyself a mirror in which solely wanton images (a masque of this to fashion) Of thy desire appear, apear, apear (seer blest, thou best philosopher) Seer blest, thou best philosopher ('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 Make us guffaw at thy futile follies (fool) Yet for our blunders, oh, in shame (kneel now and ring thy bells) Earth beareth no balm for mistakes (We hold the earth fro heaven away) 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, uh To wear the symbol of a deity long dead My ancestors tried to find it And to open the 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 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'd rather be a pagan suckled in creeds outworn With fairytales filled 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 Ne'er to ascend again