| Authority:
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| Holy! |
| Holy! |
| Holy!
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| Lucifer:
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| I construct no seat for I will not rest.
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| For I am no king and I claim no throne.
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| I will stand atop the highest point in hell
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| and I will raise my voice aloft.
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| So that the crawling worm and the lofty bird
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| shall know my sermon.
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| I seek eyes that see through worlds,
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| I seek a mouth to voice my cause,
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| I seek a tongue lined with silver,
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| so that my words are clear and just,
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| for my father has lied.
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| The words of rapture; |
| the Trisagion, the holy thrice, a beacon of black light
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| that flooded the cosmos, out from the focal point of the false god.
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| Within his mountainous construction, he heard his broadcast interrupted,
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| a voice far louder and far more clear than that of the progenitor.
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| This was the voice of Lucifer, standing atop the tower of Dis, his lungs
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| filled with the fervor of his kin; |
| his heart filled with distress,
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| the fear of losing all. |
| His teeth gritted, every muscle strained,
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| the words tore from within him, piercing the roof of hell, his temper
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| dispersed amongst the many layers of existence. |
| His focus upon those minds
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| capable of comprehending his petition. |