PSALM 17: BLESS THY GODS.

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1 We come to you today to impose upon your feast, and bless you with our gifts. Deliver us, deliver us. To the promised land of the Aether where few can go and few go to.

We are not gods, nymphs, or those of the HOLAY, but we try our best to bring peace and health to those who are not as fortunate as I.

2 We praise you, awesome beings of light and hope! We adore you, bringers of boons and blessings! We love you, love us too! Deliver us, deliver us!

To this day we continue to bring blessings for those who are not the Aether. They praise us, believing that we are gods, those of the HOLAY.

3 Thanksgiving to thine HOLAY ONES, for we are mere. Give us your eyes so we can see you, give us your tongue so we can taste the way the river flows. Give us the patience and desperation to be near home once more. DELIVER US! DELIVER US!

Ummm...

4 WE PRAISE YOU, WE ADORE YOU, WE GLORIFY YOU. DELIVER US TO THE PROMISED LAND AND GIVE US THE CHANCE TO CHANGE! OH HOLAY ONES, DELIVER US!!!!!!

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Evolyn: Welp. That happened.

Tommie: Let's NEVER do that again.

Evolyn: Agreed. EeEeEeEeEe

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