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                    The Almighty


Am I alone? No, not at all. Oh Almighty, you lift me up.

I don't fear backstabbers, as a shield protects my back.

There is a mighty sword laying before me to vanquish my foes.

He hides me in his cocoon that surrounds me, preparing me for a tough battle.

Not only does he surround me, but he also resides in my inner shrine.

Blessed are those who take him into their hearts.

The liberator of our sins and provider of ecstasies.

Is there anything more you could offer us?

Is there anything I should fear?

Is there anyone who could oppose me in your presence?

How can I satisfy your desires with these feeble mortal hands?

Tell me, Oh Almighty.


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