The Grand Inquisitor I: Karamazov Baseness

Even if I did not believe in life,
If I lost my faith in the order of things,
Were convinced, in fact, that everything is a disorderly, damnable,
and devil-ridden chaos;
If I were struck by every horror of man’s disillusionment,
Still I would want to live,
And, having once tasted the cup,
I would not turn away from it Until I had drained it.
You are trying to save me.
You are trying to save me --
But, perhaps, I am not lost.
If I were struck by every horror of man’s disillusionment,
Still I would want to live,
And, having once tasted the cup,
I would not turn away from it.
Is an unworthy, uncaring father still entitled to the love and respect of his
sons?
You are trying to save me --
But, perhaps, I am not lost.
You are trying to save me --
But, perhaps, I am not
Lost.
(Repeated)