The Emperor Elend

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And Hell saw first the Bringer of Light weep.
"O myriads of immortal spirits! I should not cry,
For who can yet belive,though after loss,
That all these legions,whose exile

Has emptied Heaven, shall fail to reascend
Self-raised, and repossess their native seat ?
For this infernal pit shall never hold celestial
Spirit in bondage, nor the abyss
Long under darkness cover."
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge,
Suilt like a Temple, rose, with the sound
Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet,
PANDAEMONIUM...was built!

"In this Capital of Hell the Temple,
Worsip your Emperor,

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