A grand spectacle
Riding high, on feather'd wing
To imminent doom
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Lars Knutson
Lawyer working out of Phoenix.
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Bacon
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
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