the god’s hammer.
do you believe in a hammer so heavy, no one can lift it but me? do you believe in a hammer so magical, there’s nothing it can do but listen to me? it was made by my people oh how embarrassing, people, oh, how, embarrassing. it was made by the great civilians of my kingdom oh how embarrassing, my kingdom, oh, how, embarrassing. it was made by the great minds this brilliant land has to offer. but when i hold the hammer, something seems to change, these people so kind, seem to bow before me, these land so wide seems to shrink in size. when i hold the hammer there’s nothing i fear, except for spiders when they are near, because even a magic hammer, couldn’t destroy a creepy spider, with its eight legs tingling alongside a web made of toxins only it can handle. but i learn not to fear, for it is only a spider, as it and i thread lightly, i remember i have greater things to worry. my brother so mischievous with all his magic and pranks, he knows no limit even i could see no end. but he’s my brother nonetheless, i have to find him and make amend. for when i drop this magic hammer, he seems to stop all his act, and come with me to laugh and share our pact.