Act 4 : Confession

Father, Thy servant
kneels before Thine presence
"I know that Thou hearest me
and that Thou hearest me always"

Thy undeserving slave
Seeketh the way
For this feeling that I
feel in my being
What do they call it...
Remorse?
Yes, indeed

Father, I have sinned

Oh, why did Thou createth us?
Foul beings
animals hidden in our faith
A creature of chaos
consumed by petty
Desires and Hatred

mother, father!
It is not thine fault that
I was to be born in this body;
loved by none, despised by many
Mayhaps this twisted features
are a picture of my soul

If so, thought I
how about the souls of my parents?
My mother was beautiful; of this you know
My father was handsome; of this you know
Surely, their souls must be
as what their appearence
portrays?

I suppose these bruises and scars
(on my cheeks, my mother gave me
on my back, my father gave me)
art what beautiful souls
does, encased within that mortal body

I wanted to see it;
how I wanted to see their souls!
It is thus that I have
made a hypothesis; a theory
The soul is what drives us forward
inside this feeble vessel
lies an intricate labyrinth

I skinned my father
After I cut his throbbing throat
with a saw
It is fine;
He was drunk, I made sure of that
I suppose, as many would say
Liquor is the best pain killers

I could not see his soul
It was covered in blood, muscles
His skin I threw away
the foul stench an aroma I could not comprehend

I heard a wise man spoke;
"the eyes art the window to the soul"
so I, so to say,
in a manner to my dismay
took away his window,
and to my surprise,
the soul is still
hidden away

I searched, cutting and sawing through
a futile attempt, this I know
to find that which you know nothing of
when I exhausted my self
the vessel of my father's soul was no more

My mother, I smashed her head
against our lovely white wall
Patterns, so lovely, so grosteque
formed on a pure white background
Her soul was not in her head;
nor was it in her bulging breasts

Her vessel I investigate
but, in a manner most similar
to the previous vessel
(whose vessel was it?)
I could not find
that which I thought would be
a beauty beyond compare

It was then that I realized
that I have sinned gravely
and thus, I kneel before Thee;
Most Graceful, Most Loving

I have sinned
for not being able to
see Thine most ingenius design
Is it perhaps because I lack
experience?

Father, my will is hardened
My resolution absoute;
I shall,
look for more vessels
and rest assured, with Thine will,
Someday the nature of the soul
shall no longer be a mistery
to me, and to others

Failure is the first step
to success, so they say
I shalt take this failure
as a stepping stone; a small gap
of which I can jump on; or over

Father, I have sinned

(To whom doth those two vessels
belong to?
I can not, for the life of me
remember)

Act 1 : Night

As I stood
Upright on my
two feets
watching, observing
the forgotten past written in the stars
Tales of ages
worthy of it's own library
Some... thing
Nudged my senses

The Night whispers
A song, a hymn
In a language I could not comprehend
The Wind, The Creatures,
The Darkness,
Created an Overture
In which, given the chance
I could not possibly describe
with mere words

The rustling of the trees
Marks a presence, a being
Too beautiful for these eyes
Too serene for this heart

The sound of the Creatures
Which only serves
To embolden the words I wrote
Too sweet for these ears
Too melancholy for these mind

As I stood
Upright on my
Oh so feeble feets
The Darkness of The Night
Embraced me
Caressed me
And The Music,
How extravagant!
A melody, A rythim
unlike anything
A human can arrange

And these words, I convey
For without The Darkness of The Night,
Sunrise would not seem
as glorious,
and gorgeous