So he killed them and there was none left.
Blood dripping down from his knees up to his cleft.
Sojourned was he to kill them all.
No regrets not even a bawl.
He had ripped and burned them to his will.
Then climbed up on an unsteady hill.
He yelled at God saying I’ve killed them all.
As Michael fell from the last of the call.\”I’ve done your bidding you frigid wretch!”
The king called God couldn’t stand the stench.
Of foul and tainted Gabriel
He couldn’t stand the ungodly smell.
He looked about at what he could see.
And smiled at Gabriel and set his soul free.
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