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During Times To Elderly To Be Thought Of, Thirsting I Was So I Drank The Eons Wine
Instantly Was I Forlorn In Divine Wisdom, My Grave Was Now Made Centuries Ago
Forgotten Was I Now Long Before My Birth, Without Regret I Opened The Gates To Earth
Amongst The Stones And Dust Of Battles Lost, I Hunted And Laughed For God I Now Was
Though Lost Was I Once Before Reality Was Brought Asunder
Dead Was I Once During Times When Lost Were The Poisen Wine
But In Strength I Arose And Devoured The Universe
And Became My Own Precious Lord And Slave
So Rightly I Call Myself The Powered Very Essence
"By Which Their Pestilent Prayers Are Formed
Life Did Once Teach Me The Most Horrid Of Lessons
Though Still, They Fail To Grasp, I Am Not Horned
But As All Gods Should I Be Adorned!"
HATA BİLDİR
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