Quietly sipping my potion.
Doing the God's own work.
Smoking a cigar.
I have the life of a faithful person.
My needs are met.
I have plenty.
My army is superior, my own skill magnificent.
The enemy lives in fear.
God said I was an angel when I was boy.
I am considered pious.
My fortune will increase.
I will reap great harvests.
Thanks be to God, who became my personal acquiantance and even said we were great friends.
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