Providence

In a time spent long ago
A foreign world you may not know
Was home to many booming states,
Kingdoms of imposing weight.

The greatest realm among them all
Stood on a mountain great and tall.
A dynasty like none before,
Bellicia was built on war.

Their thirst for land was never met,
They swept across the Earth and yet
The more they conquered with their swords,
The more thanks given to their Lord.

And in the valley down below
A smaller kingdom soon did grow
With its own God up above,
Paxamo was built on love.

The Paxamons lived peaceful lives
Bore peaceful kids from peaceful wives
And loved their enemies as their friends
Their charity it knew no ends.

And in return they were beloved,
By all their neighbors up above
Except for the Bellicians;
The chosen people had no friends.

Inevitably the day soon came
For Bellicia to expand its reign.
They bore down on the peaceful folks
With endless force, all unprovoked.

The Paxamons had no swords
They merely prayed to their own Lord
And their God did answer their call
And Paxamon it did not fall.

The many kingdoms long since slain
Joined together in the name
Of peace and friendship, hope and love
Defending Paxamon from above.

By evening blood had filled the streets,
The Bellicians had been beat.
Their love for war had lost to love,
And so they turned to up above.

How could their God have let them down?
They were the people of the crown.
But were replaced by Paxamon
Which now believed their God was strong.

Empowered by his mighty Lord,
The Paxamon King drew a sword
And claiming God was on his side,
He swore he'd take the countryside.