(Against the wiles of the devil
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For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood
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Against principalities
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Against powers
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Against the rulers of darkness of this age
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Against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places)
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Anvils fall from your lips
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Like shrapnel bits from these metal fists
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Pounding my back without mercy with
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An arsenal of foul curses
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Attitude without gratitude is like pulverizing my chest
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you dream to take me down...
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So here's your goodbye kiss
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Devastator
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Complicator
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Bringer of pain
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Why won't you fly away?
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(Therefore take up the whole armor of God
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that you may be able to withstand in the evil day
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and having done all to stand
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with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one)
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Now you jumped the fence
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As enemies, they transform to friends
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Spitting your venom at my back, and
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Asleep in the dragon's lair
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Loyalty's not your currency, how soon you do forget
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You think you've found your wings
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But you'll never fly again
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Fly away
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Disappear, and just disappear and just
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Fly away
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Erasing me from your memory...
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Cyclonus
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Project 86 |