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GOD’S SPIES (King Lear:Act 5, scene 3) /Inspired by Shakespeare / King Lear
Sometimes love's depths can find no words to paint the picture properly.
Break the silence, speak your truth or court uncertain misery.
For some it's all a battleground reaping sorrow from mock rage.
But the two of us, together we’ll sing like birds, even when we're feeling caged. As we head off, it occurs to me, there are so many ways to give,
like in King Lear Act 5 Scene 3...“So we’ll live...
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and we’ll pray and sing and tell old tales and laugh at gilded butterflies, and take upon us the mystery of things, as if we were God's spies.”
We can rail against the storm, keep the fool for company.
Be sad, go mad, become a crown-less king. Still, it's down to you and me. The news is like the tide, with who loses and who wins.
Pacts and sects of great ones, who is out and who is in,
ebbs and flows like the moon while we’re wandering on the heath.
Oh, that fickle changing loon with us playing underneath!
As we head off it occurs to me, there’s still time to forgive.
Like in King Lear Act 5 Scene 3...“So we’ll live... CHORUS
We are telling different tales; secrets falling from our lips.
When our eyes are free from scales, we can see what was eclipsed. CHORUS