Narrator: Macbeth slowly entered the crept room were Duncan was sleeping soundly. Macbeth quietly began to reach for his sharpened dagger. Macbeth pondered many thoughts regarding the demise of Duncan, but never to this degree. Now, the time had come to fulfill the quest to be crowned king. Duncan suddenly returns to reality. Visualizing Macbeth by his bedside withholding a dagger pointed at his wretched chest. Would this mean the end of Macbeth’s planned tragedy or the end of Duncan’s existence?
Duncan: Cousin, why hast thou forsaken me?
Macbeth: Forsaken you? Thou hast forsaken me. Thou hast torn my life in smothering degrees of selfishness. My life has been like a vapor vanishing within years of my existence while yours blossoms in divine conquering.
Duncan: What do you wish to conquer that I’ve so openly conquered?
Macbeth: I wish to be an alleged king of kings!
Duncan: How might you fulfill the duty of a king? You don’t have the dignity or the divined spirit to be known as king. Your actions tonight disintegrated your hope of ever being crowned king.
Macbeth: Flattering has always been your dignified response in many challenging aspects of life. Thou hast flattered to be titled king.
Duncan: You have flattered yourself by considering yourself king worthy. How might you be king worthy? Certainly not by diminishing me?
Macbeth: I propose I’ll follow my own pursuit of happiness. By completing what’s intended to achieve my happiness. Even if that means performing acts of nature, I will be titled King!
Duncan: Uncertain regarding your decisions prospers over nurtured judgment, which in result your kinked days are over before they began. You’ve forsaken me clearly as day is daylight. Your forsakenness will misguide you a far from the boundaries of an alleged king.
Macbeth: Oh, Duncan withholding desired pride in one’s self. Your pride led you straight to your designated future. In death!!
Duncan: Shall your crime be exonerated. You will never see the light of day again in your misery bathetic life. Then, in death shall I live solitary!
Duncan: Cousin, why hast thou forsaken me?
Macbeth: Forsaken you? Thou hast forsaken me. Thou hast torn my life in smothering degrees of selfishness. My life has been like a vapor vanishing within years of my existence while yours blossoms in divine conquering.
Duncan: What do you wish to conquer that I’ve so openly conquered?
Macbeth: I wish to be an alleged king of kings!
Duncan: How might you fulfill the duty of a king? You don’t have the dignity or the divined spirit to be known as king. Your actions tonight disintegrated your hope of ever being crowned king.
Macbeth: Flattering has always been your dignified response in many challenging aspects of life. Thou hast flattered to be titled king.
Duncan: You have flattered yourself by considering yourself king worthy. How might you be king worthy? Certainly not by diminishing me?
Macbeth: I propose I’ll follow my own pursuit of happiness. By completing what’s intended to achieve my happiness. Even if that means performing acts of nature, I will be titled King!
Duncan: Uncertain regarding your decisions prospers over nurtured judgment, which in result your kinked days are over before they began. You’ve forsaken me clearly as day is daylight. Your forsakenness will misguide you a far from the boundaries of an alleged king.
Macbeth: Oh, Duncan withholding desired pride in one’s self. Your pride led you straight to your designated future. In death!!
Duncan: Shall your crime be exonerated. You will never see the light of day again in your misery bathetic life. Then, in death shall I live solitary!
I'm just drifting, drifting down this road.
The dust kicking up behind me,
Just a cloud to hide my past.
My feet don't leave any footprints,
My name never graces those lips
That I'm watching from a distance,
A distance that grows greater
As I'm drifting, drifting down this road.
I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just hiding, hiding down in the dark.
The shadows closing in around me,
Just a blanket to smother my past.
My eyes can't see in the gloom,
My voice never breaks the silence
That I keep deep in my heart,
A heart that grows blacker
As I'm drifting, drifting in the dark.