The Faux Inquisitor Gregory De Feo It was at one slip of our Faith I placed me yonder the accused; At once my cohort in the quest Beside me, in our mission, blessed; Till for the flames That to all Hell We made an offer called Nulete. The burning brave one? Not A sigh; My cohort, rather, shows Regret. And since I placate his reserve: At great a span is he to me, As he on yonder post who burned!

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