Though swarms of bees try to make their way,
Across my country they cannot stay,
For a force that’s greater than their queen,
Shall wipe them out till they’re unseen,
Though plagues of snakes attempt to bite,
Constrict themselves with all their might
They cannot stand against my King
For he will annihilate them with his mighty wings,
No ruler is greater than my king.
Victory! Victory! The angels sing.
By: Sabina Nicole