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the plea
In the name of the god forgotten
In the name of the son not begotten
In the name of the dark angel who has fallen
Forgive my sin the day you have gathered and spoken
To kneal to the monkey and hommage to pay
And recognize the beauty of the creature made of clay
Nay I will not obey
For they are all weak and will be my prey
I will kill the monkey and his descendents
I will make them all my dependents
And few of them will be repentent
I will make the monkey doubt you as omnipotent
kill the monkey and all his descendents...
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