I lift the rock to my shoulder
Then raise it above my head —
I will not bend —
Lock my knees and set my jaw
Fill the cracks in my heart with magma —
I will not break —
Whisper nothings to the abyss
And shake the lion from his slumber —
I will not fail —
I shift the rock from my shoulders,
My wounds allowed to weep.
The weight hits with a boom of thunder.
From now on, the lion sleeps.

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