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No weapon raised upon you shall prosper
Yes, the loud alarm of calamity
Shall reverse its echoes back to senders.
On knees, stretch, thy hands to the Almighty;
Put on full armor and wait to strike back.
The Lord the giver of life is with thee
In Whatever thou doth or comes thy track,
Dedicate therefore thyself at nil fee
Yet knowing victory is at thy side
Though all thee gotta do is pray always
For the inglorious friend comes by dark night;
When off ye think'st thy day's strength must lay:
O child of God you're more than a winner,
Hold on good deeds, avoid sins which look thinner.