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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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I finally came to this point
Where I’ll grasp my pride Of drinking the tea Which hangs for ages Bare and uncover Full of dust Filthy as you can imagine I never pictured Calling the name of God After drinking This so called forsaken nectar. Momentarily I made a gulp again The God spoke to me Telling me that I belong to the crowd The column of Deities My eyes were widely opened To hear such words Lurking only from fantasies The blinding lights flashes And I start to rapture. Now that I’m a God I don’t belong to these vile world anymore
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