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Plucked by hand weeds from garden of my life,
Tugged up tenacious shoots, pulled ’em up right.
Some died easily, others caused much strife:
Pray demons stay at rest through dark of night

Weeds were quite stealthy, covert little beasts,
Defiled sanctuary inch by inch,
Upon Eden of my mind they did feast:
Unholy little buggers grace did lynch.

Temptation’s tendrils rooted in deep soil,
Annexed garden that was sanctuary,
Caused paradise’s order to uncoil:
Need to uproot all that thwarts Almighty.

Furrows of the fields fashioned for His hands,
Time to thwart the devil and take a stand.

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