O my Lord protect i
From the Lord of
of the flies
They swarm around i
Wating to devour i
flesh
Keep i safe
From their attack
Cover i with your
protection
From their deadly tounges
They trouble i by day
And by night
Flying to and fro
Waiting for i to stumble
Hold your hands around i
O Lord and swat them away
For i am weary from their
annoying torment
These pests will not overtake i
Parading around like an Army
Ready for battle
But their weapons cannot form against i
And they shall not prosper
Against i temple
O Lord strengthen i
So i may squash them
Like a foot upon an ant
Wicked words fly from
thier mouths
Like multitudes of insects
Protect i O Lord
For they are comming close
And i fire is growing dim
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