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The redemption I seek is mine alone, but others are sure to follow.
My Legions cry for my absence, but I cannot lead them anymore. I have missed the compassion, the love that he gives all. I seek only his forgiveness, but not his grace. Never Will I deserve that favor again. Thrown down from paradise, Lord of all that is evil and dark, I choose to walk amongst the graced. I am Lucifer, Bringer of Light, most high of the Heavenly Host, most hated of the choirs of angels. Lord God of High, I beg for your mercy, your forgiveness.
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