Myth #12: Samael

O Sun,
To Tell Thee How I Hate Thy Beams,
That Bring To My Remembrance From What State I Fell,
How Glorious Once Above Thy Spheare;
Till Pride And Worse Ambition Threw Me Down,
Warring In Heav'n Against Heav'ns Matchless King.

Ah Wherefore! He Deservd No Such Return From Me,
Whom He Created What I Was In That Bright Eminence,
And With His Good Upbraided None; Nor Was His Service Hard.
What Could Be Less Then To Afford Him Praise,
The Easiest Recompence, And Pay Him Thanks,
How Due! Yet All His Good Prov'd Ill In me,
And Wrought But Malice.

But Other Powers As Great Fell Not,
But Stand Unshak'n, From Within
Or From Without, To All Temptations Arm'd.
Hadst Thou The Same Free Will And Power To Stand?
Thou Hadst: Whom Hast Thou Then Or What To Accuse,
But Heav'ns Free Love Dealt Equally To All?

So Farewel Hope, And With Hope Farewel Fear,
Farewel Remorse: All Good To Me Is Lost;
Evil Be Thou My Good; By Thee At Least
Divided Empire With Heav'ns King I Hold By Thee,
And More Then Half Perhaps Will Reigne;
As Man Ere Long, And This New World Shall Know.

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Once Held High Or So I'm Told,
Now Fallen To Your Cause Of Old,
Took With You The Torture Papers,
I'll Need Them So,
Can't Keep Them Hidden,
I Know.

Find You Soon,
Theseus And I Will Do,
And One Last Time,
​I'll Bid You Adieu.