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From: ajwsd@aol.com (Ajwsd)
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Subject: Level 30 [ Poem (spoiler?) ]
Date: 11 Mar 1996 16:03:18 -0000
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 From the anteroom I barge, 
Ordnance laden, in the pink, 
Into the Theatre of Sin.
I bounce and sail down to the lowered lift. 
The M. C. hails with his following flak
Till the B. F. G. lays him back.

Swiftly, crushing the shift key, 
Switchbacking the ascending balconies,
Along the way rejuvenating, 
Then quieting the tearing gnashing damned, 
I free th'm from the inferno's serfdom. 

I double right clicked!
I picked number six, 
And sprinted and fell to the middle tier, 
And blasted it clear of it's bushwhacking 
Demented of Hell. 

Down again, 
Spewing plasma at inconsolable hate,
Opposing the slings of outrageous fate.
Down again, 
To the noxious bottom of low, 
Gasping my way through ruin's flow,
I double right click to summon the lift.

While it's ever so slowly descending,
My missiles seek to defend me.
Finally aboard, up in the air, 
Hanging my heels off as much as I dare,
I square on a plumb line between the eyes 
Of the Overseer/Architect of Earth's demise.
With unflagging trigger, staring through the red glare, 
One smashes true, the beast bawls an apprise.

Bursting into the air, never lifting a finger, 
I leer, hearing his woe from my second stinger.
I land on the stage, and gauge a tough crowd, 
Throw on the acid suit, or is it a shroud?
The megasphere gongs and keeps me alive.
I bump into something that won't let me dive.
A pain elemental won't wave me on,
So I douse them with plasma, her and her spawn.

Down again, 
Into the green sea of despair,
Sea of trouble. Double
Right clicking, as I begin my flight 
To have enough space to stand and fight;
To purge a parcel around the platform,
And board once more amid the surrounding harm.
Near the crest my third stone strikes, smites 
The Icon of blight.

In Hell's heart I stab at thee!
For hate's sake you spit your last breath at me!
No more goat's head goading God and Man,
Wasting sea and land, 
It is finished.