Stage fittingly embroidered with
All forms of artistic adornments
Creatures of no nomenclature
Assemble chairs for actors to Come on stage
And a staircase of labyrinth leads To the stage
Actors became audiences
Audiences became actors
And everyone postured with Different intrepid costume
For different scenes

Curtains embraced turbulence
Tearing apart
Forming left and right; good Versus evil
Evil and good became the Costumes of actors
And a voice, so loud as that of Father Thunder
Shouted, saying:
“This is life; this is the real drama
A drama with a continuum
A drama without stoppage
Come, all men, come and see the Real drama
Come and see Life.”

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