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Don't fight my hands&

by STep

Don't fight my hands 

There working together a great plan

You've been tired and worn 

But remeber i was rebon 

I came to give you life 

Come drink from my well 

You'll never thirst again

Your gonna win

Tell satan it is time give 

His time is running out and

Your what I am all about 

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MVP-Most Valuable Poet
<p>satan will always lose</p><p>he is smart and cunning, but evil, and nasty</p><p>always know that there is victory in the name of Jesus</p>

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