William Shakespeare - Crowned Double Dealer lyrics

Here lies, “Mutual love, The crown of all our bliss”. Clean hands Lower the “double dealing… Intelligent man, A keen and penetrating observer” Towards the depths of earth, Of the minds of those Who asked to “Show me thy thought”. Who too late understood, That in every rose, Resides a thorn. Lower the “double dealer”, Whom shall “disclose his own secret” Whispered by a fox, Screamed by a man, As he surrenders to the dirt, Suffocating the “crown of all our bliss”. This fox, This man, This crown, Intertwine as one and rise From the earth too observe those who Draw their sword at “Every puny whipster”, Slashing at “tortures of jealousy”. And Rise once more to seduce those whose faith “Discards all female delicacy”, Commending them to their “Kind lord”. The kind lord who “Kissed thee ere [he] k**ed thee”. Driven by “not witchcraft”, But “fatal excesses… Pointing to the greater extent of sufferings”. Convincing us that those with the “Power of inflicting torture”, Receive the same retribution As those suffering underneath. Suffering under Genuine emotion and honest truth Spoken by the crowned dealer, Who once risen from the ground is Sentenced to “the torture, O, enforce it”. Mutual love and bliss “Makes man a partaker of his time” And shows man whose “Images they stamp upon the mind”, That pictures Are a “satire on our nature”, Forcing the image to bleed More grey than Black and white.