Status Updates From Paradise Lost (Illustrated)

Figured out the mode to read this in. Each line an image, but they flow and merge together. It's rhythmic.

Satan laments his fall:
“Which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is Hell, myself am Hell,
And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still threat’ning to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav’n.
O then at last relent! Is there no place
Left for repentance, none for pardon left?
None left but by submission and that word
Disdain forbids me and my dread of shame

I feel my brain expanding