a pleasure cruise
through the halls of grendel
all time, all space
table salt and hydrogen oxide
axes in the breeze
and who will win
this severed trunk
this chest of ill gotten gains
this cursed rock
and who will win
blast furnace eyes
and windswept chests
biceps descending on
golden shafts of blood
sailing
pour me another manhattan
and hand me the Tyrfing
i've gods to slay
and gnarly waves
to ride
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