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::RESET::
| That cross you wear around your neck; is it only a decoration, or are you a true Christian believer? | |
| Yes, I believe - truly | |
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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 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. |
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| You had me take off my cross because it offended.... | |
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It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead. My ancestors tried to find it. And to open the door that seperates us from our Creator. |
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But you need no doors to find God. If you believe.... |
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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. |
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| There is also love and life and hope | |
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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. |
::theatre of tragedy::
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