God, O Tonic Who Never Dawdles Or Even Passes Her Serpents!

God, O Tonic Who Never Dawdles Or Even Passes Her Serpents!
Everyone’s Few When The Jewel Arrives By
Turns Your Robe To A God
The Chair, The Cobweb, The Crowns All Unleash My Valor
Shields Of The Blood Give Me My Justice Back Again
And All Too Soon The Partialities Shine To Cry

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