Invocation: VII

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The human mind is delicate, true,

but is as easy to mold as clay.

Especially when desires take control.

I swept into their hearts

and began to fill their souls with my wisdom.

If you were to ask, they would say they've been touched by God,

or maybe an angel;

maybe they'd say they were being possessed.

It doesn't matter.

I had gotten a foot in the door;

I had believers, people who would,

over time, of course,

die for me if they believed there was such a need.



Becoming God isn't as hard as I had assumed.

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