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An Angel In Disguise
and deep I went, to the master's pit, a leech, a brand-fire, saw I lit, then down among the throbbing roar, there stood a spectre, drenched in gore when challenged, did he rant and rave, to find me in his abyss, his cave; from whence he came I know not where, for mine was but to answer, not enquire then stripped I of his molten coat, in the form of a goat, thinking was Beelzebub undone; but to my great surprise, Apollyon it was, in masterly disguise and seeing me now, Gabriel, in full light, he thrust his fiery sword to smite, the one God loves, (indeed tis me), but I crushed his stink and broke off free he turned and smite me yet again, the pain of death drove me insane; but lost the blow, in this great fore, I called on my father for strength, four score; and I the "fallen angel", so to speak, plunged my sword into his beak and when his black light came near no more, and threw his poison to the floor, to fight so thus, and give no quarter, was my want, his needful slaughter; and now at twilights shimmering scar, of timid moonlight's evil bar, the pit, when entered, carries no threat; for paid brave Gabriel, Apollyon's debt.
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