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THE GOD OF THE PAST.
A tyrant slave bound to the wheels of Fate,Forever forced to be all creatures' bane,
The eternal spring of grief and woe and pain,
The minister of universal hate
And terror, still 'twixt man and man breedbate
And brute and brute to be, for ever fain
His own and all things' misery to ordain,
In His immortal self reduplicate;
The Maker, at whose will the world He made
Was doomed in hell, for faults of Him foresaid,
To burn, Himself self-doomed, in chains self-cast,
With all things' curses heaped, a baleful life
To lead, with all as with Himself at strife;
Such was the God whose power is of the Past.
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