I worship in many churches, in each one a god worthy of praise:
One a mere mortal, or so you would think, who holds all existence under her whimsical will. One with pink hair and whitened dress who brings hope to the desperate and fights for us eternally. One with beer in hand made awesome song and founded a wonderland far off in an eastern land. One with red mane and bright form who forged a land of hoof and harmony for people to enjoy.