Cutting through with Intelgence as my sword,

The Breastplate of deciet covers my enemies eyes,

A shield of reflection to show my foes thier true evils,

And a helm of hatred that scorns the very souls of the wicked, bringing them to thier knees

They shall not take me over, the will fall in the pressence of my strength.


Let

Them

Fall

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