The Serpent that was born in Paradise, God knows, rejoiced when the gift of grace was given You, the most passionately perfect of the seven Fallen angels; for your desecrated eyes Are haunted by the beryl`s mysteries. I know that Satan claimed you from the riven Ranks of the Virgins that deserted heaven. God has no part in you, not in any wise. Yea, why should God, seeing that you are loft, Not by the scented devils of your pride? Now at the mercy of the Teraphims You are hurled onward by the wandering host Of winds that in the Midnight`s heart abide Naked between the Dragon`s writhing limbs.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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