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So, I have reached a level of small town infamy.

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By walls of water and wrath of wood,
By sacred flame and silicon web,
By lover's kiss and shadow's solace,

You don't stand a chance against my prayer.

I am a fiber optic shaman, a priest of moans.
I am a forger of words and a shaper of dreams.
I am chosen of shaladal and voice of the Rapture.

You don't stand a chance against my prayer.

Your words are insufficient.
And your kung fu is weak.
What I tell you three times is true.

You don't stand a chance against my prayer.