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We must make an idol of our fear, and call it God.

 

Narrator: And when the Lamb opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour... And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound.

 

Block: Who are you?

Death: I am Death.

Block: You have come for me?

Death: I have been for a long time at your side.

Block: I know.

Death: Are you prepared?

Block: My body is afraid, but I am not.

[Death approaches Block.]

Block: Wait a moment.

Death