As he wakes this morning
For his final fight
He puts on his armour
Walks into the light
In his right hand a bible
In his left his belief
Never truly defeated
With his new sword and shield
Today he fights of all evil
Also heals some old wounds
For his armour is stronger
Than that made of stone
Even though he grows weary
He continues to fight
The power from above
Pulls him through the night
And as the dawn breaks
He's finally best
He's found his true peace
With God's Army he rests
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