A Christian met a Witch,
while walking down the street;
She slyly squinted at him,
"Your God does not scare me!"
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The Christian shook his head,
at the words this old Hag said;
He chuckled as he said to her,
"We'll see when you are dead.
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God could easily chew you up,
then spew you from His mouth;"
The Crone grinned, as she said to him,
"Tis lies you're speak about.
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My master's greater than yours,
and soon you'll find this out;"
"I rebuke you in Jesus' name,"
the Christian began to shout.
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"Satan has nothing to offer you,
He's playing you like a Chess game;
I'll not compare my God to yours,
now return from whence you came!"
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She trembled in utter terror,
"This isn't over yet;"
The man of God, folded his arms,
"You wanna make a bet?"