Protection, Hashkivenu Adonai! Help us. In a refuge city--a place kept apart, kept separate, kept safe and secure. Iron gates taller than Goliath with iron gate doors that only unlock from the inside, doors that never open to the enemy, video cameras that chase away ghosts, not even spirits can come inside, candles always lighted, "holy" ghosts are dissolved and cannot penetrate.
Sharp piercing arrows on tops of fences, brick walls the size of pyramids set up to halt the enemy. Safe inside, like a bomb shelter where shrapnel cannot enter.
Warriors in suits of armor lined up to fight against any intruders, safe on the inside, in the womb, in an embryo made of heavy solid concrete, with all the comforts on the inside lining, a womb with a never-ending flow of milk and honey, a cord to continue a flow of manna, cooked kosher foods like pureed kosher meats to nourish an infant, a cradle set up with soldiers who guard it from bloodthirsty invaders.
A place to relax, a place to feel safe and secure, a place to snuggle under the covers, a place where there is no oppression, a place where no one is able to rule without justice, a place to live, a refuge city.
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