A poem i made from the script of a play i'm writing: Lord, God: Hither, low and slithering race, stand before I He who hath made thee, and thine place And answer of me: Hast thou a heart which seeks purity, My light? Mankind: Nay, dear lord, for in my time My heart only sought To course my blood, to fracture, naught, My long life Nay, not my heart which seeks it’s whole And not my soul But tis my mind Lord, God: Then luster thine sword, broad thy shield Seek the valley, seek the field! Stifle now, my son Off to war, spoils won! Mankind: Nay, my lord, for I happened by chance That war for war Breeds ignorance Now, war for life, breeds joy in sing! Life the answer, Life the key! Lord, God: Then build unto me, An altar ten fold And bring to the slaughter The lamb and all beasts of cloven hoof So hence forth, from roof to roof And place to place, Man and woman shall sing of my glory and grace! Mankind: Nay, oh lord, for I dare say: How could such things please thee this way? Doth thou not seek spirituality, oneness, and faith? Of mans awe in your face? For if thou want lambs, Art thou not a man, like me, or the rest? A man in contempt, in his lust for the flesh! Lord, God: puny worm! Thou darest to accuse and defy me? I, who made thine heart and mind? I, the father of space and time! Mankind: nay, little lord; I stand hither, not of an enemy But an expression of my individuality I relay my opinions, And beg of thee, my case: That for all of space we, must roam this hellish place! Lord, God: be I not the Lord, God? Of all things, Should that sole fact Not justify thy pain? Mankind: oh, my lord, thou art a fool of fools! Blind is thee, to that which is bourn Surely you humor should make jesters mourn! Lord, God: My silly son, Remember, folly not I am, that I am
