god ,my enemies they follow my every move.they would knock at my door but your people they protect me lord!my cur is full and it runith over thou sprit has taken over me!i use a flameing sword of truth father which makes evil men and demons shiver.my power is contained not by any but only by you holy father!love me and guide my every steep for i am the fruit of your loins!
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