ready to rumble

  
He is the great accuser,
the soul abuser.
He went against God
And became a notorious loser.
He bullies through shame.
Pain is his game.
His dice are the wicked
Who justify his name.
For those who don't care
Their souls are fair share,
But the word is your sword,
And the holy spirit is the armor
You bear.  
Now the playing field is level
When you rumble with the devil
Don't be discouraged from what your battle
has disheveled.
When all is said and done
with one move to determine who won.
The devil will say "just look at all your sins"
But God will say "just look at my son.."