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Lucifer |
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Nominem tuum despicamur, denegamus nostram originem. |
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Spiritus domini atque verba deceptoris preces perdiderunt. |
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At once, he views |
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The dismal scenery waste and wild, |
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A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, |
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Flam'd; and there the pale light |
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Served only to discover sights of woe. |
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Regions of Sorrow, doleful shades, where peace |
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And rest can never dwell; hope never comes, |
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That comes to all; but torture without end |
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Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed |
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With ever-burning sulphur unconsum'd. |
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--"Thou, profoundest Hell, |
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Receive thy new possessour: |
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One who can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven, |
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He whom thunder hath made greater! |
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I am Lucifer. " |
