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My creator appeared to me in the form of a black lion |
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She checked my temperature to make sure I was ready |
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It was one oh six point seven |
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She preferred point eight, but couldn't wait |
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I rode her to the arena |
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There she licked my foot to rehydrate me |
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Left me pleading in the dirt |
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The ministers went silent |
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Drank milk powders |
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Spilled some on the infants, |
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to begin their rites |
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People slaughtered each other out of joy |
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People murdered their pets |
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Pissed on each other |
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Masturbated in their front yards |
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Vomited in public fountains |
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Gouged out the eyes of reptiles, and mutilated fish |
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Then prayed deeply, and watched as their bodies transformed |
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Rejoiced to the process |
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There were rainbows everywhere |
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Everywhere |
