How amazing that I can make
People and spirits forget
What I require to keep secret,
To repair anothers' mistake
It's not as if I'm a millionaire,
A hypnotic timetraveller,
As well as having many attributes,
That will make my life so very much greater,
With infinite intelligence, wisdom and wit,
And losing the title, that is it,
Becoming and staying God, the maker,
Everybody will respect me sooner or later,
That is due and quite right, you see,
Having created so many races, and cree,
That is why I wil be a millionaire,
Because everybody is recognising, God is me!
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