Brought by prayer, they arrived to fight,
To engage in battle with all their might.
With truth buckled around their waists,
The devil ran to hide in a haste.
The breastplates of righteousness were strapped into place.
Evil had hatred written all over his face.
The shields of faith were held out in front;
The time had come to start the hunt.
With helmets of salvation upon their heads,
Evil wished he had stayed home instead.
The swords of the Spirit were held up high.
Then Evil knew that his end was nigh.
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