Once to awaken
Twice to incite
Thrice to again be cast from the light
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I will perish with my proudest foe
Find defeat in my victory
The blackened sky turned over, spilling oceans upon us all I will drift into that darkness unafraid
Might slipping from my grasp, from my body I will find bravery without superiority
Strength without will
Will without proof
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I will be poisoned, and deny a life as such
1
Our collective arrogance will crawl from fiery pits to avenge its humanity
A humanity stripped by its clawed, flailing hatred of us
A humanity I defend, encourage, and love
I will fail weakened, tired, and bruised
But until then, I will ever land blows to those who sew doubt, disillusion, and fear
Those who would manipulate with these deadly strings urging an ugly growth
They will not find rain from my soul rather lightning from my eyes
Thunder between their ears
They will know why a hammer is and why storms are revered so
Once to awaken
Twice to incite
Thrice to again be cast from the night
There is evil in this world
Whispers from poisoned ghosts that grip grudge like clubs
Hands that know not touch
Haunted dreams that pass beneath them
Visions they feel no connection or responsibility to
One must let go to let in but they have forgotten how
You can remember
Retrace your mind to innocence
There is time, your calloused heart still beats
There is warmth in your veins, so can there be ease in your mind
But you must let go
If you can not
Should your hands become limbs of a tree that bears loss
Should cold reach your epitome, your heart beat metallic, and your eyes glaze over deepest despondent
Should you forget the hallows of this place, commit that emptiness upon innocence
And forget who keeps watch
You will know why lightning strikes
Once to awaken
Twice to incite
Thrice to again be cast from the light
In the final destiny of the gods, I will fall
My hammer relinquished to the two ancient trees
A seed until the new firstspring when the gaping darkness inhales again
I pray the two grow to strongest light through the darkest soil of firmament
To a mighty star with grip enough to grasp and heart enough to heal
I pray with every strike of myself, every effort of my will
That it be as such
As I am
Until Ragnarok