You crawl out of hell You are Planning to a bit of Mischief as you skitter around about to cause your first little chaotic incident, it happens.You're picked up by a golden gloved hand In a deep voice Helios: Not on my watch The Gold hand Lyft you up above a head It was covered by a golden helmet piece and a masthe giant angel pulled it back revealing Sharp teeth they drop you in Lick you around a bit before swallowing you Right now you're in there Froat
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