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When dire situation arises
And you show lesser people your hand
Giving them knowledge best reserved
Cos of help you seek
At best,little they are
But puff up with importance
Shoulders carried high
With intellect so low
Powerful, blessed, untouchable they think
They are
Speck of dust under my foot
Holds more esteem
Than they command
But these are dire times
Pride locked away
In cold crypt of my mind
Rough seas, high hills and rough climes
No wind at sea
To push my ship to bay
Patiently waiting
Silently taking
All they can throw at me
But when the Asgardian warrior
Rise again
The puny creatures will know
How inconsequential they really are

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