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We find god in our convulsions.
Replete with me, my compulsion.
This time, I know, I say
I, Rasputin obsess you.

Entwined in search of heaven,
The change of 6 to 7.
Defiled, disguised, misdeed I surmise,
I, Rasputin possess you.

Russia was tainted with my words.
The idea seemed so absurd;
That anyone would believe me.
I, Rasputin complete you.

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