"I know that without me God cannot live a moment;
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If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost."
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[Angelus Silesius]
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I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray
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From the depth of the dark abyss where my heart fell
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Expelled I was from your tedious grace to the pits of hell
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So can you please cease to deplore my opposite, nay only way
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For aeons I descended down
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Till I saw the dreadful truth
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of which man wouldn`t know
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I, degraded bearer of thy sacred light
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- to which I never again will bow
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When I rise to avenge myself with darkness
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The anger of the damned shall flow
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I was cast out by the retinue of angels weak
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Shone to the few who me would seek
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A rebel I was, radiant my glow, afar,
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My wisdom fathomed by the morningstar
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And O you fools, in herdlike fight, stampede
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And when creation falls, you must build anew,
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With nails that sting My hands - They grow passionate on a lie.
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But You know the veracious one was I
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Of Nails and Sinners
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| Arcturus |
