All of us - righteous and sinners, Out of jail, from the altars All of us - just funny actors, In the theater of The Creator. God the lord sharing the throne, Brightly on this sumptuous gown Sparkles and golden stars glow. Tortures grow out of proportion Fear and dismay - even greater Audience heed to angelic Shiny victorious trumpets. Now the pain's shooting higher Cunningly webbing and freely, Those who chose to retire, Are castigated severly. God leaning forward is prying, He is caught up in the drama... Pity if Cain is crying Hamlet will have blissful moments! Oh, how easy and pleasant Is the Empyrean stage box! God the Lord chairing the throne... That goes against His intentions! So to guard losses and ailments Hamlet? He has to be pallid. Cain should be more audacious. What if continues the action In the theater of The Creator? Ayudince heed to angelic Shiny vicorious trumpets. Now the pain's shooting higher Cunningly webbing and freely, Those who chose to retire Are castigated severly. God leaning forward is prying, He is caught up in the drama... Pity if Cain is crying, Hamlet will have blessed moments!