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The Viking God Thor On His First Great Battle

No, you do not, no sir not in this fight
My honor demands I fight you to death
You are Lord of Darkness, I Lord of Light
You will surely lose, so save your last breath
Your stabs were all wrong, had not real effect
I spit on you and your black-monster ways
My oath, my duty I dare not neglect
My job is one to make you truly pay
You will taste the might of my mighty pen
And I swear you monster must die today
I cut you beast, right out of your dark skin 
Your imps are chained in your ghastly lair
All of your hiding trolls will my sword taste
Go ahead cry and moan I do not care
World celebrates your death, what a big waste
I go now back to my great Vahalla throne 
A party this day, we celebrate you
Now that your evil has been overthrown
Dark beasts of your land justice overdue.

Robert J. Lindley, Feb. 7th 1985. edit  Sept. 25th 1999

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