I shall not want.
It maketh me burnout on black pavements;
It leadeth me beside busy freeways;
It restoreth my soul
It leads me in the path of quickness for its name sake.
Yea though I walk through the valley of rice, I shall fear no turbo for torque art with me.
Thy rod and thy piston they comfort me.
Thou preparest a track before me. In the presence of mine enemies thou hast anointed my bearings with oil.
My HEMI over powers.
Surely traction and speed shall follow me all the days of my life
and I shall dwell in the house of Mopar forever.
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