The Final Round

Serpent hissin', slitherin', whisperin' in the shade,

Garden full of venom, but the Lamb ain't swayed.

Crown of thorns gleamin', dripping blood like rubies,

Turned the desert to a ring, now it's fight night, truly.

Forty days, forty nights, temptations on replay,

Bread to stone, throne to dome, but He ain't gon' stray.

Scriptures like daggers, slicing lies at the root,

Devil's tongue twistin', but the Word stays absolute.

Mountaintops crumble, kingdoms fall to dust,

Golden idols shatter, in the name of trust.

He rose, He stood, He broke the chains,

Light poured in, where darkness reigned.

Victory's His, the Lamb and the Lion,

Satan fell hard, now the world ain't dyin'.

Snake in the grass, tryin' to strike at His heel,

But the cross flipped the script, turned the pain to the seal.

Empty tomb echoed, "Death, where's your sting?"

Satan's plans crumbled like a broken-winged king.

Table flipped in temples, He ain't playin' no games,

Merchants scatter, fear the fire in His name.

Walking on water, storm bows to the Word,

Legions flee screaming, when the Savior is heard.