True Strength
The wicked lay trembling in the presence of her mighty roar . In the midst of the wicks crafty , deceitful ways it is laid to waste by her mighty discernment in their haste . The mighty men of injustices brought down by the meek , humble . For those who love , desire her . She guards diligently like a mighty lioness . She isn't a thing you can place a price tag on for she enhances , enriches the poor . In all the riches in the world there is no higher than above wisdom herself .
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