Before myself, no god was created as there will be none after me It is I, who became eternal It is I who claimed, did and overcame It is I who is a god! This is what I am... since the beginning and except for this fact, there is no saviour.... no saviour coming for thee! There is no affection but for the ones of my kin I will not hide my thought nor will I open the halls of discreation within this rotten, grounds of Earth May the priests chant the usurpers gospels May the scourges of enslavements cry all out for war Look for me endlessly, as I am the image within... the mirror you are staring every morning Me, the eternal, the outspoken one The architect of truth, me, the god o my realm The looser within your gasp I proclaim what is right! This have I spoken! Me the god of my realm At the very Place where Ive been waiting for myself in this forgotten Place No one ever waited for me but the own chose path of experience...
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