And Hell saw first the Bringer of Light weep.
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"O myriads of immortal spirits! I should not cry,
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For who can yet believe, though after loss,
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That all these legions, whose exile
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Has emptied Heaven, shall fail to reascend
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Self-raised, and repossess their native seat?
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For this infernal pit shall never hold celestial
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Spirit in bondage, nor the abyss
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Long under darkness cover."
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Anon out of the earth a fabric huge,
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Built like a Temple, rose, with the sound
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of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet,
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PANDAEMONIUM... was built!
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"In this Capital, of Hell the Temple,
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Worship your Emperor,
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Worship Lucifer!"
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The Emperor
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| Elend |
