A voice from the sky,
bells from the air they fly
call of the blessed one.
When God bleeds man becomes God.
It has been going around lately.
Metatron silenced.
Then I became a god of death. And they started to bleed from every orifice.
So I said.
"I will tear them asunder. Limb from limb."
Then realised my sin and repented.
Wish was already in me.
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