@ rakoo
2025-05-24 14:47:29
**Deadlift Dirge**
*(Verse 1)*
Feel the iron, call my name,
The barbell’s loaded, I’m staking my claim.
Posture tight, spine aligned,
Belt cinched hard, my will’s defined.
Plates on the bar, they hum, they sing,
Like birds of steel in the dawn of spring.
Grip the knurl, my hands ignite,
This is my moment, my soul takes flight.
*(Pre-Chorus)*
Rise, rise, the weight defies,
The bar it bends, my spirit flies.
Power surges, I’m breaking through,
This PR’s mine, it’s what I do!
*(Chorus)*
O-oh-oh, pull the earth, defy the pain!
O-oh-oh, strength is my domain!
But the bar curves, and fate’s unkind,
A fire ignites where the groin’s confined!
*(Verse 2)*
Legs like pistons, hips drive true,
The world’s my stage, I’m powering through.
The plates, they scream, a primal choir,
Each rep a step through the trial by fire.
But then it hits—a dagger’s sting,
Not in my back, but a deeper thing.
Between the legs, a cruel surprise,
My iron dream falls, my body cries.
*(Pre-Chorus)*
Fall, fall, the dream’s betrayed,
The bar lies still, my strength’s decayed.
A hidden wound, it tears me apart,
This pain’s a blade straight to my heart!
*(Chorus)*
O-oh-oh, pull the earth, defy the pain!
O-oh-oh, strength was my domain!
But the bar curves, and fate’s unkind,
A fire ignites where the groin’s confined!
*(Bridge)*
Doctor’s gaze, cold and stark,
Exams reveal the truth in the dark.
Hernia’s grip, inguinal’s curse,
The iron’s taunt, it couldn’t be worse.
Surgery looms, a sterile knife,
Cutting my body, reshaping my life.
What’s next? The question burns,
Will I rise again, or never return?
*(Breakdown)*
No! I won’t break, I won’t fade!
This flesh is weak, but my will’s unswayed!
Through the pain, through the scars, I’ll fight!
The iron calls, I’ll reclaim my might!
*(Scream)* AWAKEN!
*(Chorus)*
O-oh-oh, pull the earth, defy the pain!
O-oh-oh, I’ll reclaim my domain!
Though the bar curves, and fate’s unkind,
I’ll forge my soul where the fire’s confined!
*(Outro)*
What’s next? The road’s unclear,
But I’ll rise again, through blood and fear.
The plates will sing, their song restored,
This deadlift dirge—my battle’s chord!
O-oh-oh… I’ll lift again…
O-oh-oh… The iron’s my friend…