"I used to be the God of the heavenly children
Playing wicked games in the garden of Eden
But their apple went rotten down to the core
So with hands outstretched they begged for more
Then I gave them the Messiah to teach the Word
He was born like a butterfly... died like a worm
My kingdom rusted - The heavens burned
So now I sit here watching the end of the world"
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