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The Prophet

He was a great man, a "prophet". Known by his real name "Japhet". Started his ministry whilst in the market Full of anointing like water filled in a "bucket". Many words do not fill a "basket". Preaching the word of God was his "mandate". At his presence, demons would "vacate". The word of God is sharper than a "machete". A good man he was, a public "figure". He never touched any "liquor". The more he prayed, the more he became "meeker". Knowing that avoiding the word, he would become "weaker". Every time he was in a closet like a Muslim facing "mecca". With a big heart, he carried peoples "burdens" like a double decker. He knew the obligation given by his "maker."

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