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As say those pious men in shaking tone, That sinners pay for what they've done in Hell. The rack sets to strip them of flesh and bone; Into dark Fire the bare souls fall as well. Or sing those pious men in soaring glee: The innocent rejoices in Paradise, And praises the Almighty who sets them free, For they've paid in life the good and kind price. So a thief who falters for fear of Fire, And a fiend who repents for joys in Heaven Are deemed as good men for we to aspire! What convenient belief! What smart bargain! I say I stand on my sole and sheer heart, Not Heaven nor Hell---such fictional art! -- Where words fail, music speaks. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 114.45.216.230 ※ 編輯: amadeus1223 來自: 114.45.216.230 (10/26 22:13) ※ 編輯: amadeus1223 來自: 114.45.216.230 (10/27 01:04) ※ 編輯: amadeus1223 來自: 114.45.216.230 (10/27 01:05) ※ 編輯: amadeus1223 來自: 114.45.216.230 (10/27 01:10) ※ 編輯: amadeus1223 來自: 114.45.216.230 (10/27 10:38)
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