Title: The Dark Labyrinth

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Poem

Instructions


Behold how he pours forth his wrath,
From the depths of a fiery blaze.
Do not follow him down the midnight path,
Lest you get caught in his maze.

 

Behold how he pours his wrath forth.


Behold a wonder! they but now who seemd.


Behold a wonder! they but now who seemed.


Behold her with her child.


Behold her babes, how big they grow!.


None of the above



The devil, a liar, laughs at the pain,


Behold his savage fury.


Behold his smiting sword!


And if you dare, smite his throne.


He lays down a fiery blaze.


None of the above



Molten at the touch of mcgrath.


Molten, it seeks a luminous path.


Molten in the fires of your path.


Molten in the palm of your hand. he hath.


Molten in the flame of math.


None of the above



Angry, livid, and crestfallen mcgrath.


Angry, i cried: “what justice hath done! what he saith.


Angry, he ran off down the path.


Angry, snuffy, sullen, or pensive, my soul is bathing.


Angry, frightened, off my path.


None of the above



The ill-fated time after september the lies cast in your path.


I walked with them until they disappeared down a path.


A shady friend for my midnight path.


Then, i, who had departed from the straight path.


And i know the styx in my path.


None of the above



Lest it again reflect her rays.


Lest he perplexed, and through confusion rays.


Lest she should be lost, and the mighty praise.


Lest he should miss his chance to give ye praise.


Lest, returning to his own,'spiritual days'.


None of the above