Curse of the Gods
Let the snow come from the north
Let the rain come from the east
The drought come in from the west
And the heat come from the south
I will stand in the storm
Never flinching at what it sends
I will raise my fist and challenge the gods
Do your worst while I laugh
I am not scared of what they can do
I will stand and oppose their will
I will curse them as the winds whip around
I will not weaken like they want me to
I will win the battle
And I will still be standing long after they are gone
Wet and cold and dry and hot
But I will still be there