| The dark silouette of the creature
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| poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge
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| waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently.
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| Red eyes filled with fire and torment
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| gleam in the frenzied brightness
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| across the shadowed vallies below.
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| A crack of thunder breaks the deafening silence
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| which once ruled the planes, the creature is unmoved
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| by the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork
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| of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where
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| lays it wait for something…
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| Satan laughs, wings spread to magnificent fullness,
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| the creature stands at full glory, inhaling deeply
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| the ice cold air each tender muscle rippling in
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| the almighty stench of the great dimentional diety…
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| Lucifer smiles, from the far far west a chariot of fire
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| emerges travelling at a tremendous speed toward the
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| creature, the creature laughs as if in an immense
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| state of frenzy the creature leaps up off the ridge
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| and hollers with dignity in the now cloudless sky
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| its long red hair blowing freely in the wind…
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| The chariot emerges and with a sharp swift movement
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| the creature takes the reigns and flies up into the
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| night, howling out immortal cries, a prediction of war,
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| At war with Satan! |