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The Rotting God

I am the riddle, yet unsolved.
I am the only son begotten.
In an aimless rush for fool’s gold
you will find my body rotting.
Am I the Holy guiding light,
or just the greatest human fraud?
Take my lifeless hand and hold it tight.
You know my name – my name is …




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