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| January | Oct 6 2012, 07:04 PM Post #1 |
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Scene 1, Act 1 Enter Justinian and Selena for Mass Justinian- Why, how honored my soul is for the chance to hear Father speak through such a strong, stern voice about the tales of his Holiness! Selena- Take draft, noble Justinian. Take thy windpipe through shilled holdings; I will agree to such a presuppositions. Please, take thy seat and prepare to hold witness to the testimony! Justinian- Steadfastly They take their seats A noble family of honorable believers walk through the Cathedral's drafting doors; light shines upon their appearance. Oh! If only thou could see their pure beauty! However, one boy will stand alone from these men; these men, indeed! Will he stand on his own; will he stand for others? Stand, appeased, and lie! They take their seats as Father takes the pulpit Father John- Good tidings, Comrades of His word! We are gathered on a day such as today to speak the word of God. He, who in light of all who oppose him, stands up as our caring father! He who is belittled for not secluding selfish thoughts; Sinners! On the last of Eve, I felt a presence. Portents, portents flew down from the heavens like a bolt on enlightenment! It warned; "Do not step forward, for you will dine with Caesar and men of past times.'' I did not step another. And, I was rewarded with future knowledge For, if I stepped again; it would've been my last. The crowd, mesmerized by his story listened eagerly Mass Member- Speak more truth, Father. We love you as our own flesh! Father, speak! Mass Members- Speak, Father, speak! Father John- His lord's love for you is a thousand times more! It is indisputable! After Mass, the family identified as the Conwells depart for household. Father- Father John's grandiose speech today spoke a thousand years of wise to a fraction of its time. Mother- Indeed, He is most articulate in his ways of thought. Its inspiration spurred a clump of good manner. Father- Did you enjoy today's mass, boys? Johnny- Quite, Father. I savored every taste of Father John's wisdom. My mind was delegated to unknown measures. Father- And you, Marcus? Marcus, a introverted boy by his nature; he looked toward his loving father with open abstractedness Marcus- Yes, Father. I gained knowledge through Mass on this day. This knowledge will lead to prosperity in my good will toward his Lordship Thy loves the Lord more than aforetime. However, I may inquiry about something? Father- May you. Marcus- Why is logic not a factor in such tales? Father- Are thou mocking? Marcus- Mocking I do not. All I persuade is inquiry. Father- Your inquiries are out of bounds, son. You must distinguish these thoughts for those of correct value; Discard useless moments of creative wanderings Marcus- Consider it a part of my being, Father. Father- Very good. The Family continues to journey back common land; their minds discerned of most dreaming accounts. Hope for the best of Marcus' times. Colorless weather approaches Act I, Scene II With the rest of Family dressed for night. Marcus lays within his quarters studying. Marcus- I cannot help but have these dives into the logical abyss. To hold these sand grains for the river of lies; I hold them dear to thy heart. As I dive intrepidly into these creative wanderings. I cannot help but question thy Lord. Why? I love him so; love stretches through my entire body toward him. Still, I question. I think, why does thy Holy Book include such distastefully illogical stories? For; are they trying to be whimsical? Touch thy heart? Pull bleeding pulses through a carved mold? I steadfastly argue thy own point. Why does he help aristocrats with fat pockets line their pockets with more; Yet he holds his rapier to the throats of the poor, Throws them to the gutter to hold rats as companions with the puddled water Murky with disappointments Dreams unknown; idealism dying a cold, tiny wonder. Why do those souls in other countries fill their eyes with tears For they cannot have mead to claim as their bequeathing object? I ask these questions; I ask them from thy being! As I analyze book after book Mathematics, Science, History. It all never allows an answer to pass through the hole. I do love thy Lord; I love him more than myself. But; I must ask, why? I'm slowly drifting into the grey area The space where I inhabit myself, it seems Why do I think such thoughts? Am I ungrateful? A tyrant; a sinner? Hold thy mind and melt it to shape a true saint. Do I truly want it? I cannot know; it hurts to not. Marcus goes to his brother Johnny's quarters to talk to him about these questions. Marcus knocks. Johnny- Who knocks at this hour? Marcus- Your brethren; I must converse with you. Johnny: You are welcome to, Please, come forth. Marcus: Brother, I have been having thoughts I must explain. It is not a question to whether our Lord shares a reality, It's rather a question to say why he does such terrible things? If you are a wealthy man, you're life will be blissful Every Christmas, your children will be showered with gifts. However, if you aren't as fortunate, you may not even get to have a feast; nor even a supper at all. Why does he seem to ignore the unfortunate? Johnny- Marcus, no! You mustn't think such thoughts. Are you foolish? Do you have no moral compass guiding you through your maze of ambiguous undertones? The poor are victims of Lord's divine power. They deserved what they are given; For lord is all knowing. Marcus- What did those poor blokes do to deserve a fate such as that? Johnny- For lord created them that way! He planned out of spite! You are one of the lucky; his golden immunity. Are you that short-sighted and ungrateful? Marcus- That I am not. For I lay my beliefs over my sleeve. My heart is nothing but loving toward my lord The stitches of my spine open toward new cosmos of thought. Are you not empathetic to anyone? Does thou not have any love for another member of his species? For, our Lord, he doth seem the most impotent and incompetent. Or, is it he does not care for our survival? Then, why call him Lord if he does not care for you? I hold your soul to thy ear; I hear it ring! Ring the bells! Ring the streets of persuasion in my favor! The Universe bends according to his word?! Then, Lord, speak this: Love thy creation, or Lord is not deserving to you. Johnny- You are too far-gone, Marcus! You are a nonbeliever; a sinner! A spot in hell awaits thy soul in after-times. A spot of burning and eternal agony is forever yours! God has abandoned thee; for you abandoned God. Vacate my quarters, vacate my life! My brother Marcus died a sinner today; goodbye, Intrepid Traveler! Marcus- You are a fool to do this, Johnny. Denial is the emotion so coarse it will make holes. Never to be fixed by the hand of logic. You will die a scarred fragment. I will always love thee, Johnny. Depart I shall, but you will not depart my heart. He departs. End of Scene II Edited by January, Oct 6 2012, 09:19 PM.
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