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"What Is Your Crime?"
"Black Heart"

The Ship --- Act I

...Scene 1 (continued)


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"Black Heart"(4:33)

Go To "Black Heart" Score. 5 GIF files and MIDI playback. 78 K Total.

(Lautrec enters. All attention shifs to HIM. When HE appears the OTHERS become quiet immediately. Ominous.)

Lautrec
BLACK IS THE COLOR IÕVE PAINTED MY HEART,
THE COLOR OF MERCY IS BLINDED.
DON'T PRAY FOR MY SOUL. I PRAY IT STAYS LOST.
CORRUPT AS THE ANGELS WHOÕD FIND IT.
"BE PURE," SAY THE RIGHTEOUS, "AND DO AS I TELL,"
"FOLLOW ME AS I PEDDLE SALVATION."
GIVE ME A QUICK, HONEST, KNIFE IN THE RIBS.
ONE SLICE SANCTIFIES A DAMNATION.
WHAT IS MY CRIME?
I WAS BORN BUT DIDNÕT DIE,
INNOCENT AS A BABE,
SWADDLED IN MUD, COVERED IN FLIES.
MURDER'S A BLESSING WHERE HOPE IS DESPAIR,
AND CHARITY IS A FRAUD.
THE CRIMES OF THE WICKED ARE MEEK AND GENTLE
COMPARED TO THE CRIMES OF GOD.
THAT IS MY CRIME!

SAVE YOUR PITY AND SAVE YOUR LOVE.
THE WRETCHED AREN'T FED BY YOUR SIGHING.
A PREDATOR CHOOSES THE WEAK AS HIS PREY
AND DELIGHTS IN THE NOISE THEY MAKE DYING.
THE SCHOOL I WAS BORN TO WAS GRADED IN BLOOD.
IT WAS MINE OR THE FELLOW'S BESIDE ME.
WE KILLED FOR THE ROTTING TRASH THROWN IN THE STREET.
I KILLED FIRST, AND ATE. THANK THE ALMIGHTY!
IS THAT A CRIME?
TO STAND WHERE OTHERS FALL?
RISING UP OUT OF THE FILTH,
UP OFF OF MY KNEES, REFUSING TO CRAWL?
CLIMBING THE BACKS OF THE COWED AND BROKEN
I CLAWED MY WAY OUT OF THE SHIT.
THE FORTUNATE, JEALOUSLY GUARDING THEIR SINS,
WON'T FORGIVE ME THE THROATS I SLIT.
THEY STAND IN JUDGEMENT, THEY STAND ON THE LAW,
SELF SATISFIED HYPOCRITS,
AND GRIND ME UNDER THE HEEL OF THE BOOT,
BUT I'LL MEET THEM ALL IN THE PIT!

YOU STAND IN JUDGEMENT, YOU STAND ON YOUR LAW,
SELF SATISFIED HYPOCRITS.
YOU'D GRIND ME UNDER THE HEEL OF YOUR BOOT.
BUT I'LL MEET YOU ALL------
I'LL MEET YOU ALL-----
I'LL MEET YOU ALL IN THE PIT!