English poem
The Lord God
by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (1840–1922)
Ah, Satan. Thy old pride Still lingereth in the clefts. Yet art thou not denied Since I have sworn thee faith. Go, thou good messenger And God's peace go with thee. Ho! ye without! Give ear. Bow down to the Lord Satan, Our anointed priest, The new incarnate Word.