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a spirit cast in stone, casehardened sanity
steadfast in credence, unable to falter
I cannot slacken my standards
a heart full of soundness
my feet fixed and unswayable
my faith is adamant
iron as straw and brass as rotton wood
contend not with me
my faith is my stronghold
oh grave where is your victory?
oh death your sting?
death has been swallowed up in victory
therefore I stand firm
and let nothing move me.
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