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I became the God of Wickedness and Greed,
And the multitudes came to me.
I became the God of Generosity,
And the multitudes shunned me.
And the people hastened to make sacrifices.
And I was forced to beg for food.
I became the God of Lies and Hypocrisy,
And the people in my churches numbered millions.
And uncountable were my willing slaves.
And the men who followed me were deemed madmen.
I became the God of Oppression,
And the masses joyfully laid in my path that I might trod over them.
And shone a beacon on a deserted coast.
And people deemed me righteous.
And people deemed me sinful and lusting.
In a world that shuns and mocks me, and hears not my message.
The sons of my children's children
When the world awakens from its sleep of ages
To call me a Prophet and form a religion of my teachings
To lull the world to sleep again.
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