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To touch the very depth and breath of spirit
One must be stong to evil and never fear it

For fear is what evil builds its stength upon
With love and truth it will shield you to go on

Yet each new day the vagabond appears
To prey upon those who have these fears

It feeds upon the soul we need to fight
Armored with this knowledge of good and right

Evil comes in forms that seek the night
In day it walks in spirits lost to plight

So earnest is the soul that it must be
To fight the battle life long for victory

Evil has no special quality or shape
Nor cloak and dagger or flight to its escape

Merely most it is the sense of knowing
Your true gut instincts ever growing

Then you will know evil does not knock upon your door
It forages forward ever more

So on the battle to make things right
Destroying evil for God we win the fight
For God We Win The Fight
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