Poem by Firefly
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“”Oh Saint Blackops2cel, thou art my shepard.
Thou leadest me beside still waters and green pastures.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over.I will dwell in the house of saint Blackops2cel for ever.