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 sulpur unconsum'd.
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--"Thou, profoundest Hell,
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Receive thy new possession ;
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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."
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Lucifer
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