“Last was man. One by one God judged them all; Those who were his He saved for his pleasure, Those who were Satan’s he stomped them as they sprawled, Tossed—t’ burn with their family together. I was last. Alone I stood. Before God of all. I wasn’t his. No! I still wasn't his. It’s all I want’d! Still I lost him—still I'd fall! Still I lost. No, I’d never be his! Angels grabbed my hands and feet and flung me with th’ damned, To lie and let th’ fire burn and through our lungs expand.”
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