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North of Canaan.

Hail Josiah.

Yo Joshua,

My Nimrod.

Come hither there and everywhere.

I will be the last one standing alongside. . .

. . not by the touch of all Rephaem.

. .  not by the blood of all those are triumphant.

Yea I see years from himself alone.

The right of the night of that buckler,

If which all children of the light.

Instruct my kopesh.

Weave me a belt from the wheels of David.

I know of all longings of violence,

I will fight,

My biggest foe.

Before I come up to the court.

. . Me.