Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former

Did I Request Thee, Maker, From My Clay To Mould Me Man? Did I Solicit Thee From Darkness To Promote Me?

Indu'd With Sanctity Of Reason.

And To The Faithful: Death, The Gate Of Life.

In Vain Doth Valour Bleed, While Avarice And Rapine Share The Land.

Thus Belial, With Words Clothed In Reason's Garb, Counseled Ignoble Ease, And Peaceful Sloth, Not Peace.