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March 25th, 2020

I craved to be beaten, I craved to bleed my purity as revengeful fate


From loathing beneath the mountain of Sinai, a crumbling soul to rest


Forever to seek solace as my beaten heart seeks rebirth from hate


Destroying the mountain of Gods raining down upon me; Thor's


Hammering of internal constructs sabotaging the blindness of my journey


As I seek the blood of all to feed my rapturous rage devouring


My heart with such brutality the rocks of Sinai only burn with my pain


Erupting Thunder crossing the heavens above, as I scream to from hell


You will hear my Crackle of my whip, you will bleed when my Thunder


Strikes the essence of your soul as deliverer of your fate; your death


Grasping my soul as vengeance will only surrender when the end


Seeks the blackness of my darkening heart disturbing the aether


As this mountain quakes to fury crippling its divinity of mighty strength


Seeking my purity of revenge I grab my hammer to rise to my internal strength


Lifting the courage of Mt Sinai on my back, life tumbling beneath me


My soul opens to be exposed, my heart still beating to bleed, my purity


Giving in me the Thunder all my heart will hear, as truth arrives


This is the story of a man's crackling whip and human born hammer of Thor


By R. Cary



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