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