The Mighty Angel (poem by me)

A face like the sun,
The mighty angel places his
right foot on the sea
and his left foot on the land,
He holds a scroll in his hand.

He shouts like a roar,
Then the seven thunders speak
a great mystery,
Then the mighty angel says,
“There will be no more delay!”

I accept the scroll,
The mighty angel tells me,
“Take it and eat it,”
The scroll tastes sweet as honey
But turns sour in my stomach.

This poem is based on Revelation 10.

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