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A champion is coming, in a chariot of fire;
Shooting arrows from a bow;
Redemption will transpire.
He defends against all Tierney, with truths that can’t be broken
Then He’ll ask you come to me;
For no truer words are spoken.
Pray tell you don’t resist, you’ll regret it in the end
And with out the champion on your side;
You can never win.
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