[Community City. Simon's house overlooks the great Paradise Square. Stone pillars encircle the open space where the pilgrims chant to worship their God. At the center, in a wooden ark, lie the ancient relics: The Scriptures and The Mirror of Truth] [Simon, looking out through the window:] The noise from the crowd Growing louder and louder 'til it fills the air A voice, shouting loud, rumbles on and on About the faith they share Nurtured by hate And the fear it creates everywhere Condemned for all time To rule over Paradise Square [The scarecrow, thinking back:] And I, I thought that I was stronger than before Broke out of the cage To turn a new page in my book People and places, their names flashing by So many the faces that only know how to try [Simon, closing the window to shut out the sound:] The blood in my veins growing hotter and hotter 'Til it boils my mind The echo of pain, chilling waves and waves That shiver down my spine Lost in their eyes Are the visions of the wise as they stare Condemned for all time Imprisoned in Paradise Square [The scarecrow, frowning:] And I, I dreamed I was the champion of the world I'd stand up and fight With all of my might 'til the end People and places soon all were the same A few were the traces The shards of my broken name [Simon stolls along the rainsoaked pavement stones. His home no longer seems to be the sanctuary it was. The notion of God as his personal God now only a childish dream.] [Simon, unlocking door:] So strange, that game I played Was never to be won I walk through silent streets, hiding from the sun To see me as before To try to end the war But heaven never opens the door [Simon, hanging hat on hook:] A headline in The Evening Post Said the dying days were gone I shut my window tight and switched the TV on The way I can stay sane Is to be thankful for the pain God walks all alone in the rain [Simon sits in front of the talk show on the TV, staring at the rain hammering against the window. From out of the shadows behind the piano a masked figure emerges. The Murderer slowly comes forward, one step after another. Simon, paralyzed, eventually faints, whirling through schizoid sceneries. Body floating numb through space, the starsslowly gliding by. Then, through layer upon layer of visions, he dimly sees The Murderer stepping heavily nearer and nearer, reaching out, his red legions chanting in unison. As the dark figure fills his entire field of sight, Simon notices a white glove on The Murderer's right hand.] [The Murderer, picking Simon up by his hair:] Hear my name, feel my face burning Smell my breath, reek of death and decay Catching souls, catching cold fever You never know where I am You never can hide your face From the death, fear and disgrace Catching time, catching the ones you love You know I think it rings so good, Think it rings so true I Think it rings in me like you; Lucifer Beelzebub Satan Lo, the names are written on every wall Engraved cathedral halls And in every single place It's echoed in time and space Behold the man [The Dualistic Duel] [As the Murderer and his legions fade away Simon discovers he is walking alone on a moor. A burned village lies before him and on the far horizon he can see the silhouette of Community City. Even from this distance, specks of light from the pilgrims' torches spiraling up the hill are clearly visible.] [Simon:] So the story goes Who knows for how long? Pilgrims climb the hillside On their way up to Paradise Square Hoping it is there So the story goes Who knows for how many? Pilgrims' feet grow weary From the burden they surely can bear If Paradise is there [Simon walks in the other direction. Many years pass.]