God's Stronghold

I can be pretty.

I can explode like English Ivy

and cover up ugly things.

I can be a fit of strength

in a terribly weak situation,

and my hands can hold open

the door to heaven.

Please sit next to me

while I sing sweet things

into the bleak abyss,

and curse the devil to slither

back on its belly.

Without God, we have no future,

so pray with me

as our armies make sure

we are properly armored

to fight every beast

we come in contact with,

and rise up as warriors

for the greater good.