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letra de in this war - sean shepherd

dialogue intro
“so are they ready?” kratos asked as he strolled into the huldra brothers’ shop
(sounds of grinding and hammering were heard as they finished the last touches on kratos’ tools.)
“be ready in a jiffy my good friend!” brok shouted with hustle in his voice as his sweat dispersed over the grinding wheel
“how’s it hanging mimir? always got that head of yours on a swivel i see!” sindri facetiously remarked as he pulled out some product from the furnace
mimir sighed, shaking his head hanging from kratos’s belt, “you know, those sparks you set will end up setting you ablaze someday, sindri,” mimir retorted as he played off sindri’s name meaning, which went completely over his head
“all right, that’s enough!” kratos intervened, “i didn’t come here for all that.”
“still soar about faye are ya?” asked brok as he brought some finished tools over to kratos
“who wouldn’t still be…” kratos began to say before he was cut off by sindri’s thoughtless remark from across the shop, “well, i wouldn’t be. serves her right that old treacherous witch!”
“what did you say?” kratos erupted with anger
“all right, all right he didn’t mean it in that sense,” brok said as he tried to quench the heat in the air. “we’re all truly sorry for what happened. sindri’s just angry for you about how evil it all was
“what are you guys talking about?” asked kratos with impatient curiosity in his voice
“you mean you didn’t know?” asked brok with bewilderment. “well, i think we’ve said too much. here are your tools, good sir, and you have yourself…”
“no! i’m not leaving here until you two tell me what’s going on,” interrupted kratos
“why don’t you tell him, mimir, seemings how you know everything and you’re right there,” sindri stated with sarcasm
mimir sighed again, then looked up at kratos as kratos began to lift him up to face level by the hair. “alright,” mimir began, “your wife faye had been secretly engaging with the witch of the woods, freya, to find answers because she feared for her son.”
“what do you mean ‘feared for my son’?” asked kratos. “at any rate, makes sense why life had been such a stagnant drag the last few years,” he thought to himself out loud
mimir continued, “she feared he would grow up to be like you, or worse, so she tried to bring you back down to mortal stature and have a ‘normal life’. but the witch of course manipulated her, took advantage of the opportunity, and told her that you had to die in order to have your son be free. but faye couldn’t go that far with it. even though there was still a raid on your house that day. yes, she did terrible things behind your back, including using the witch to call upon your father’s spirit for secrets and answers about you, but she couldn’t have you k!lled. so this enraged the witch and…”
“enough!” kratos cried out with such force that it shook the shop. “i’ve heard enough! let’s be going!”
“but sir, there’s something else you should…”
“not now, mimir,” kratos lashed out as they were walking out
“what are you going to do?” brok called out with worry in his voice
“finish this, once and for all,” said kratos assuredly

verse 1
have you ever been married to a witch? barried in her grip like canaries and parakeets ensnared by all her tricks? apparently amiss, unaware lovey’s there necromancing peeping answers then sharing all my wit. with the father of our family, robbing all my sanity, roasting my emotions ‘til they blow up to exploding and disparage me again. seducing and using me to look through my blueprints deep ‘til this cuter me is wearing me so thin. then miscarriaging my gifts ‘til i’m as sterile as they get; and yet, rarely did she get i was constantly repairing another whim with no apologies, preparing another hit with the artillery this herald was equipped. the god in me will always be carrying me through thick and thin, no hard feelings, it’s just vision kid and it’s no fairy tale i win. so consider it the cherry on the whip when god the king uses all the evil targeting me through adversaries like the witch to sky rocket me to the honor seat where christ is there to sit!

hook
so i’m in this! war against kinship. as a god of sorts, my heart’s been torn, but i’m relentless!
i ache for such vengeance. caged in rage, i’ll make them pay, for i hate that she did this!
they’ll have their place in helheim as a plate of well fried chicken, yes, their fates have been written!
and it’s so finished! so let’s go get ‘em! yeah we so in this!

verse 2
this soldier’s going toe to toe for his own soul in this war so grievous. how could a god so strong be so deceived, by the one he loved? under cover with sword drawn, so sharp, coated with the blood of a whole lot of phony demons. as i press on for the set mark of hope and freedom. stealthy with endurance, been empty with a burden; you can bet that they’ll be burning in h-ll’s old stoked up furnace, and it’s best when the devil’s left to vent in the stench of his own curses! i guess every undeserved curse really does take a boomerang turn towards every perpetrator; and the most treacherous on earth seems to lean on who has been betrayed. feeling threatened by my birth just for seeing i was great; and you can bet everyone connected to zeus, ares, and the witch will wish they never sought my demise. truly daring to trick and mind boggle my own wife to woo theirs is legit and find honor through those lies
hook
so i’m in this! war against kinship. as a god of sorts, my heart’s been torn, but i’m relentless!
i ache for such vengeance. caged in rage, i’ll make them pay, for i hate that she did this!
they’ll have their place in helheim as a plate of well fried chicken, yes, their fates have been written!
and it’s so finished! so let’s go get ‘em! yeah we so in this!
bridge into verse 3
hear and see, with hero’s gleaming in the streams of battle, squeezing adders like jormungandr. only ponder and consider joshua, unstoppable, stomping all the juggernauts of manipulation at jotunheimen. pose the righteous folding giants with caleb, aka atreus, strong as the situation falls into place. switching up the song like delilah is back. i got my leviathan axe for all you simulating frauds as i whistle up to god then give it all i got two-spear style! look who’s here child, the truth so clear wiling outta control ‘cause all i see is clown ass foes here as i stroll the levee as an outcast slow and steady. creeping and peeping every week to be more than ready, for when you’re least expecting, this meat and veggies to come running up and cut you up like a chinese cleaver setting you whining leeches apart; as i crumble your shoulders heavy with my own huffing breath like a fart just so you know i’m plenty. i’d show you the road redemption, but you chose to throw your nose up for no reason; so know when you showed contempt, i pulled my soul up out of your precinct and tore yours in a hundred pieces then rolled it down the country streets after it’s crumpled up again for all to see it!

dialogue ending
after lots of searching and slaughters, but no sign of the witch, kratos finally asked mimir on the road back home, “so what was it you were going to tell me back at the shop, mimir?”
mimir sighed a third time before he reluctantly said, “it was your son, loki, who sent that raid of frost giants, ogres, trolls, and dark elves to k!ll you, which ultimately had his mother k!lled by mistake,” mimir answered
“what?” gasped kratos. “my son? his mother was right to name him loki after all! may this be on his own head, and his mother’s blood on his hands! but how could he have sent all those evil creatures?”
“why, they were his friends, of course,” revealed mimir

- sean shepherd

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