Underneath each came forth two mighty wings
Such as befitting were so great a bird
Sails of the sea I never saw so large
No feathers had they but as of a bat
Thereby Cocytus wholly was congealed
With six eyes did he weep
And down three chins trickled the tear drops
And the bloody drivel
At every mouth he with his teeth was crunching
A sinner in the manner of a brake
So that he three of them tormented thus
To him in front the biting was as naught
Unto the clawing
For sometimes the spine utterly stripped of
All the skin remained that soul up there
Which has the greatest pain
The master said is Judas Iscariot!
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