I know
I know what this is.
This is the hammer you wield
Pounding against my head.
Though you are no Thor,
But rather a monster
With the growling intensity of
Anger emanating from the depth of your hatred.
Like a cancer,
This anger is spreading
From your heart
To infest my own.
In the end,
One of us,
Maybe even both,
Will end up alone.
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