Satan SpeaksA Hill To Die Upon
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I am Nature, the Mighty Mother
I am the law: ye have none other
I am the flower and the dewdrop fresh
I am the lust in your itching flesh
I am the battle's filth and strain
I am the widow's empty pain
I am the sea to smother your breath
I am the bomb, the falling death
I am the fact and the crushing reason
To thwart your fantasy's new-born treason
I am the spider making her net
I am the beast with jaws blood-wet
I am a wolf that follows the sun
And I will catch him ere day be done
I am Satan, accuser accursed
Heed not my words, I was not first
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