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Awful Shape, what art thou?


JUPITER
[...]
Awful Shape, what art thou? Speak!


DEMOGORGON
Eternity -- demand no direr name.
Descend, and follow me down the abyss;
I am thy child, as thou wert Saturn's child,
Mightier than thee; and we must dwell together
Henceforth in darkness. --Lift thy lightnings not.
The tyranny of Heaven none may retain,
Or reassume, or hold succeeding thee...
Yet if thou wilt--as 'tis the destiny
Of trodden worms to writhe till they are dead--
Put forth thy might.

There is no God


"I was an infant when my mother went
To see an atheist burned. She took me there:
The dark-robed priests were met around the pile;
The multitude was gazing silently;
And as the culprit passed with dauntless mien,
Tempered disdain in his unaltering eye,
Mixed with a quiet smile, shone calmly forth:
The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs;
His resolute eyes were scorched to blindness, soon;
His death-pang rent my heart! the insensate mob
Uttered a cry of triumph, and I wept.

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