Atlas Mountains
The sweat pouring down watering acres of fields
The crackle from his enormous muscular arms under pressure
The weight of the sky, a curse only fit for the general of titans
Waves crashing and tearing at the shore; a fate spared humanity
Born free and without any baggage, training so would defeat the point
Shattering any hope of normalcy; no reason to rise above the norm
The burden of keeping two star-crossed yearning lovers from each other
Below, she awaits in anxiety trembling and erupting ready for her soulmate
Above, he spews down on her and exerts his full weight on the general in disgust
This weight, the crushing power, all an attempt to tumble lower and lower
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The strain causing sweat to trickle down soaking a fur coat
The deflation of his feeble penciled arm, balloon taking mark
The weight of useless glamour, a self inflicted curse
Endless bouts of fame, glory and rest; a reality yearned for
Growing in a cell with dead weight hanging around; torture sessions redundant
Shattering any hope of normalcy; every reason to strive to rise above the norm
The burden of keeping two immortal mortal enemies synchronized
Below, she screams and wobbles from his inability to keep his hand out
Above, he hungers the insatiable rush of acceptance and exaltation
This weight, the crushing power, all an attempt to climb higher and higher
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