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Wakatakeh

We dance and sing, we praise Manitu our intercessor with spirits of God. We don’t call bad spirits, we only call the good ones. Bad spirits don’t have powers for if they had, they wouldn’t be bad. We call the Spirit of God, who took our shape. Disbelievers had killed him, but we have always believed. We scud with the Earth heavenward. We call the spirits of our forefathers, ancient warriors. We call them for their intercession for our beings. May our spirits be mighty, beautiful and creative, may they possess great knowledge. May they have resemblance of God.

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