Men

Walking in the shadows of the trees, seeing some decayed by time and men, arrested off the rocks that block the road, design a different world in my mind, trying to imagine a world where the stars are in the ground and the roses walk between men, looking where perfection has never existed, showing that men only particles moving along the time, in the space, looking for neighborhoods which converges, but applications tend to chaos, our world is transformed by the facts of the universe and acts of the humankind, deranged our vision, in which we seek for stability, aiming to control our environs, that's what we need because we need to feel fine, pretend that we can control our surroundings, when all we can do is maintain a certain behavior, which allows us to modify or so it seems, with behavior as nonlinear and stochastic it is almost impossible to predict. But there are always predictive behaviors and those eyes which people calls the window to value the soul, to watch it, for those who have one.
Some believe that God or the gods are the plans to all those who decide on the men. Having fun with them putting obstacles and situations to test their faith, seeing how strong your willpower, making a pact with Mephistopheles, disputing the souls of men like a ball in a football game, slowly breaking down, devastating just to see who is superior, ironic for a good of love and hope

[Male Voice]
is it only a decoration, or are you a
true Christian believer?

[Female Voice]
Yes, I believe - truly.

Then I want you to remove it at once!
- and never to wear it within this castle
again! Do you know how a falcon is trained my
dear? Her eyes are sewn shut. Blinded temporarily
she suffers the whims of her God patiently, until
her will is submerged and she learns to serve -
as your God taught and blinded you with
crosses.

You had me take off my cross because it
offended....

It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe....

Believe?! If you believe you are...gullible.
Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world.

There is also love and life and hope.

Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god
of love and life ever did exist...he is long
since dead. Someone...something rules in his
place.

"And When He Falleth" - Theater of Tragedy