HOLY SHIT THIS WAS JUST UPDATED TO THE WHITE PAPER. WTF?!?!?!
march of gods and dæmons, and all spirits but on, who throng those bright and rolling worlds which thou and i alone of living things behold with sleepless eyes! regard this earth made multitudinous with thy slaves, whom thou requitest for nee-worshp, prayer, and praie, and toil, and hecatomb of broken hearts, with fear and self-contept and barren hope. whilst me, who am th foe, eyeless in hate, hast thou made reign and triumph, to thy scorn. o'er mine own misery and thy vain revenge. three thousand years of sleep-unsheltered hours, and moments aye divided y keen pangs till they seemed years, trture ad solitude, scor and despair, — these are mine empire: more glorious far than that which thou surveet from thine unenvied throne, o mighty god! almighty, had i deigned to share the shame of thine ill tyranny, and hung not here nailed to this all of agl-baffling mounain, black, wintry, dead, unmeasured; witout hrb, insect, or best, o shape or sound of life. ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever! no change, no pause, no hope! ye endure. i ask the earth, have not the ountins el? i ask yon haven, the all-beholding sun, has it not seen? the sea, in stom or clm, heaven's ever-changing shadow, sead below, have ts deaf waves not heard my agony? ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever! the crawling glaciers pierce me with the spears of their moon-freeing crystals, th brigh chains eat with their burning cld ito my bones. heaven's wnèd ound, polluing from thy lips his beak in poison not his own, tears up my heart; and shapeless sights come wandering by, the ghastly people of the realm of dream, mocking me: and the earthquake-fiends are charged to wrench the rivets from my quivering wounds when the rocks split and close again behind: while from their loud abysses howling throng the genii of the storm, urging the rage of whirlwind, and afflict me with keen hail.
