There's a giant named Magog, son of Gog!
Like a ravenous wolf in sheep's clothing,
he's trampling down the natural order,
shining like a huge, golden calf.
But the return of Netzer marks the end of idols,
for the giant fetishes have feet of clay,
their huge egos mask even larger fears,
and their golden auras are as mud.
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