Curse of the Gods

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