"This world 'Tis an unweeded garden...man delights not me" says Hamlet
and so says I.
Out of the weeds we crawl, through tumbleweeded deserts,
through the most sensual jungle: comes the most horrid beast.
Popping its ugly head through the grade like a deformed flower
brought forth from beauty, but still sad, still sad.
For the fallen hair of man covers the whole surface of the world,
divorced and coarse, the hair is the weed that youth doth grow.
But God hath made it so, and God hath made the weeds,
"The world is everything and that is the case"
but was it God or man that made us race?
God's pace was slow, but man hath little patience and pushes itself to the abyss of destruction, OOOOO holy Armageddon, brought forth by God or Man?!?!?
Holy God or Holy Man
sing soft, but with a plan
"Though this be madness, yet there is method in't"
Whose method? Whose method? WHOSE METHOD?! The cosmic method of a mad man in the sky or on the ground that all questions revolve around, how vain! On both sides, vain.
"What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties...how like an angel...how like a GOD"
says Hamlet
and so says....
I don't think I've ever heard that quote from Hamlet before but I'm not that well read with Shakespeare like I should be. You had an interesting take on it. I don't know if I agree with you but I respect your opinion. I thought you did a good job of expressing yourself. 






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