The Mustang is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
It maketh me burnout on black pavements;
It leadeth me becide busy freeways.
It restoreth my soul;
It leads me in the path of quickness
For its name's 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 bast anointed my bearing with oil;
My car overpowers.
Surely traction and victory shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I shall dwell in the house of the V8
Forever.
Amen.
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