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You are a god, man you are god,, a sleeping god. Sleep is evil. Be wide awake even in your deepest of sleeps and you will walk majestically in the den of lions and  will live without fear in the pit of the deadliest of vipers , I guarantee you to remain unshaken in the strongest of storms or the mightiest of quakes and neither will you sink in the violent of waves. Just have the kind of faith to walk through the doors of hell unburnt.

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