You say I am the slave of Fate Bound by unalterable laws. I harken, but your words I hate, Your damnable Effect and Cause. If there`s no hope for happy Chance Give me the bliss of ignorance. You say my life ends with the tomb; This brain, my mind machine, will rot; Its many million cells that room My personality and thought Will in the Dark Destroyer`s term Provide a banquet for the worm. You say—yet though your wisdom wells, To it I am unreconciled; My mind admits, my heart rebels . . . O let me listen like a child To Him who spoke with blessed breath From bench of toil in Nazareth!SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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