Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He Who dares arrest the wheels of destiny And plunge me in the lowest Hell of Hells? Will not the lightning`s blast destroy my frame? Will not steel drink the blood-life where it swells? No—let me hie where dark Destruction dwells, To rouse her from her deeply caverned lair, And, taunting her cursed sluggishness to ire, Light long Oblivion`s death-torch at its flame And calmly mount Annihilation`s pyre. Tyrant of Earth! pale Misery`s jackal Thou! Are there no stores of vengeful violent fate Within the magazines of Thy fierce hate? No poison in the clouds to bathe a brow That lowers on Thee with desperate contempt? Where is the noonday Pestilence that slew The myriad sons of Israel`s favoured nation? Where the destroying Minister that flew Pouring the fiery tide of desolation Upon the leagued Assyrian`s attempt? Where the dark Earthquake-daemon who engorged At the dread word Korah`s unconscious crew? Or the Angel`s two-edged sword of fire that urged Our primal parents from their bower of bliss (Reared by Thine hand) for errors not their own By Thine omniscient mind foredoomed, foreknown? Yes! I would court a ruin such as this, Almighty Tyrant! and give thanks to Thee-- Drink deeply—drain the cup of hate; remit this--I may die.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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