I saw now a mighty angel, face like the sun,
A small book open in his hand, standing upon
The sea with his right foot, his left on land grounded,
Cry with a loud voice, and seven thunders sounded -
I was about to write, but was told "their words seal"
Then the angel, hand lifted, swore God would reveal
His mystery when the seventh trumpet should blow...
To take the book he had I was then told to go.
I told the angel "give me the book"; he said "eat,
It'll make your belly bitter, but taste honey-sweet."
So said, so done, and the angel then told me how
Before many tongues and kings, I'd prophesy now.
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