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