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We Thought It Good

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al Bikaadi

The rainbow is the evidence of my death

I see my seven spirits leaving my body

like the blood that flowed from Kingu's carcass

If I remain God, then I have killed my son

But if the Son becomes God
then his death dies vicariously through mine
that I may live in him forever

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