I surround myself with things i love

Metal is one of them

Metal is my life

I see metal,

eat metal,

Speak metal,

Lift metal,

Hear metal,

Bend metal,

Beat metal,

Form metal,

Break metal,

Mold metal,

A solid and liquid, it kills and saves

I choose metal, metal choose me

Strong, powerful structures, I immerse myself in them

Dirty, grimey, rusty, HEAVY METAL, willed to form under my own hands

Hands burnt and bruised, bloodied and rough, broken and scarred, cut and swollen

My valued possessions

My weapons of art

Metal is my enemy

Metal molds me.


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