| The eternal battle is joined. |
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| I fear thee not, foul beast. By the power of the holy spirit, I command you to come out. | |
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| The scales tip in the favor of righteousness. |
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| boo? | |
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| Demon, go back to whence ye came. Your powers are no match for those of the Lord. | |
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| And he's running up the score. It looks like a blow-out folks. |
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| ~whimper~ | |
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| Get thee behind me, Satan. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of... | |
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