Lucifer

And as I plunged unceasingly towards the earth,
With my cold pride in one hand,
And bitter tears washing into the other,
I cursed his name in vengeance and hate
Not for tossing me from the heights of heaven's gates
Or to be banished from Heavens indifferent gaze
But for what he made me to be and programmed within
And then punishing me for acting on this very nature he bestowed

Not every knee shall bow........
Nor every tongue shall whisper thy slavish name......
And there are many who will take my hand
And will wrap their arms around my waist,
Their heads laid in comfort against my bosom
as my lips brush against their cheek
"For this kiss will you give all to thyself
Wouldst thou seek out thy own godhood my child?"

(Miss Babalon156)

"In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n,
And shook his throne. What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?
That Glory never shall his wrath or might
Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deifie his power,
Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
That were an ignominy and shame beneath"

104 - 115, "Paradise Lost" - John Milton