Prompt:
Ask your friend, Abel, who just time-traveled from the biblical ages to come work out with you.
Can it be said that we agree that both of us shan't be unwilling to decide that neither should waste or become insubstantial, and upon such an agreement have it be determined on which hour of this day we shall both venture onward to the Greatest of YMCAs , where we shall both mutually, honorably, and truthfully lift the weights that weigh us down- and that as the weights rise, so too shall our spirits, lest we wither away? I pray for you to hear me, friend, as I ask you: Come and join me, so that together we can face our doubts, our fears, and be free. Come with me, and it shan't be unspoken that no demon- not even Satan himself- won't hear the children singing as we dequest from the Lord's house, side-by-side, arm-in-arm, Brothers-in-Christ. But- Oh! It shan't be unknown that children won't be the only ones witnessing our triumph and singing with heavenly joy. The angels will watch from above and bestow upon us their song of grace. It shall be sung from the mountain tops with such divine harmony as to inspire the Holy Spirit to fill the hearts and minds of not just mankind, but everything on His Earth. Bards shall dance as satyrs flute and cherubs hasten to spread the tale of how two men, neither of whom shan't go unforgotten, set aside alternate affairs, conquered conflict, and became better- strengthening their spirits- through Christ. And as the tale spreads, the people shall rejoice, giving all glory to God. For it was in His grace that they could once again revel in the art of weighty lifting. Amen.
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