Our Father, have mercy upon the Holy Spirit, with which one cannot nor will he land a punch. Bless those without sleeves nor the discernment that their punches may be light, not as faster and quite unavailable. Father God, open our ears to the wisdom of “You don’t won’t none ah this?” and why such vows should not be taken lightly, Oh Lord. Father, Oh Lord, bequeath thy word splayed atrist the breastplate went without heed. Lord. Jesus and Father of bless those who can cannot fight, wanted a sammich, voiced quite fervently a desire thine sammich, I quote “Wit no onions!” You did not wash Reese in the blood, Father, so Reese found a path with which to draw upon his own blood. Place your blessing betwixted the floor and the back of that niggas head, Oh Lord. Join me in song, Fugees 9:17, songs two, verse 9 “Someone PLEASE call 911..” ~ Wycliffe Jean.