Poezja

When about me the heavens do rumble,
you are the God, who leads me to victory,
in destiny’s roughest kind of tumble
in all things you help me to remain free,
when there is no resistance I can muster,
when everything about me burns like fuel,
when all of my own reserves do fluster
in the world’s darkest, most ominous duel
you give me the will to face another sequel.