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Championship

by Warrior12

A couple thousand skirmishes Till the last finish Satan thought he had him Turns out he got torn limb from limb The Christ overcame Yet so many are quick to pass the blame What a stupid game The God incarnate came to save us When we were just putting up a fuss
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17 / M / The Wind
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17 / M / The Wind
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Apr 13, 2020
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