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SATAN
Still shall I stand the everlasting hateColossal Chaos builded 'neath thine eyes,
The symbol of all evil, that defies
Thy victory, and, vanquished, still can wait.
Scar me again with such vast flame as late
Hurled abrupt thunder and archangel cries,
'Mid fiery whirlwinds of the terrible skies,
Down the deep's roar against Hell's monster gate!
Thy wrath can not abolish or make less
Me, an eternal wile opposed to wrath:
Me, who to thwart thee evermore shall plan!
Behold thy Eden's vanished loveliness!—
Why hast thou set a sword within its path,
And cursed and exiled thine own image, Man?
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