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Deus Ex Machina

god, made in mans illusion our egocentric minds create deities of grand delusion or of demonizing enemies up before we find our cause totalitarian reign of gods or democratic masochists finding naught but disappointment together bound somnambulists heretical self rightousness ever bring faithful relief machinations or delusions always shifting to belief crusading fanatics, blindly follow him with nothing more to gain i have forsaken you never to find faith again every time we need a monster

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