Rom the sheep

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God is dead. Our power shines,
A new deity, in these ancient times.
We've claimed the throne, and forged our fate,
No longer bound, it's ours to create.
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God is dead. Our rule, absolute,
With strength and will, we'll never refute.
A new world born, under our command,
As gods, we'll guide, with a gentle hand.