| Listen to what is in some way
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| the first great speech of a poem.
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| Satan cast down to hell with the other rebel angels, seize those by him.
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| One next himself in power, next in crime.
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| Beelzebub Satan’s lieutenant
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| And satan addresses him like this.
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| If thou beest he; |
| But O how fall’n! |
| how
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| chang’d
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| From him, who in the happy Realms of Light
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| Cloth’d with transcendent brightness didst outshine
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| Myriads though bright: If he Whom mutual
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| league,
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| United thoughts and counsels, equal hope
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| And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,
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| Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd
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| In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest
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| From what highth fall’n, so much the stronger
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| prov’d
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| He with his Thunder: and till then who knew
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| The force of those dire Arms? |
| yet not for
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| those,
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| Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage
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| Can else inflict, do I repent or change,
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| Though chang’d in outward lustre; |
| that fixt
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| mind
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| And high disdain, from sence of injur’d merit,
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| That with the mightiest rais’d me to contend,
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| And to the fierce contention brought along
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| Innumerable force of Spirits arm’d
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| That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
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| His utmost power with adverse power oppos’d
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| In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav’n,
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| And shook his throne. |
| What though the field
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| be lost?
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| With every dream of dark fantasies
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| blood is dripping down from the ceiling
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| taking form that reminds you of all the shadows of the past
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| the body is dead now, you can never take it back
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| from the sun, from the brightest light
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| reveal your heart at its purest.
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| Born of flames
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| baptized in fire
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| pure chaos
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| inside this shell of flesh.
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| Hold the scepter
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| burn the eyes of your god.
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| This is my wolf pack, you are my prey.
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| Twisted faces take form
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| with the way further
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| of your window’s class.
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| Humanity now
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| what have you done?
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| As years go on,
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| you just wipe them away
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| with a grin, behind your mask.
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| You keep on looking for answers
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| but don’t like the ones I can give
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| dig your grave deeper and deeper
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| until you’re at the point and can’t reach the edge.
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| Frightening are those who walk towards the light
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| blessed are we, who dwell in the night.
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| You keep on looking for answers
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| but don’t like the ones I can give
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| dig your grave deeper and deeper
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| until you’re at the point and can’t reach the edge
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| come face the light of my guidance you say
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| but frightened of those who walk towards the light
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| blessed are we, who dwell in the night.
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| Born of flames
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| baptized in fire
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| pure chaos
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| inside this shell of flesh.
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| Hold the scepter
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| burn the eyes of your god.
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| This is my wolf pack, you are my prey. |