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I am the way to the city of woe, I am the way to the forsaken people, I am the way to eternal sorrows, sacred justice moved my architect. I was raised here by  divine omnipotence, primordial love and ultimate intellect. only those elements time can not wear were made before me, and beyond time I stand, so abandon all hope ye who enter me? these words was said to dante in his book, was now being said to me by these demons that now stand before me just to greet me distastefully. with their yellow teeth and out spread wings and with their savage weapon in hand. looking to dismember another soul, (my soul) He is the one who hold the office given him by the most high God! one demon saying to the others. and Satan himself can not capture his soul! the third demon saying to the first. than let us capture his soul as a gift to him! that we may have a high office ourself! than the first demon said to the others, are we fools born out of darkness? they reply, we are! the first said to the other, if our master can not capture his soul and his office given to him by the most high God, can we? then they made the greediest sound ever heard by human ears. for in that moment the evilest of them all appeared, (Satan) who now speaks, go now my children and capture his soul, that I may have an good laugh. for look now to the distance to that strange light that shine and stand ready to strike you all down! for he who rules heaven has his hedge around his soul! and as the demons stood still I turn to see this sight. but I saw no light, but an angel standing with his sword of glory and in full arms.

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