I can crack a rib as easily as a smile. I am Goliath and I will toss all your promise in the sea. I care more than some. I need things to crush. I need to unleash the burden of my strength on someone. All these conjunctions crushing the sound from things, all the risks of normal men bounce from my chest and fall broken at my feet. The fates themselves are powerless before me. I am like unto God with the testament of my will. Let stars conjoin as they may. All supplicate to me.
There is a lot of busy work to this sort of dominion. Those who reign with love rule weaklings. My men burn up like torches. New conscripts are necessary every day to feed this juggernaut. I offer myself, the whole kingdom of Philistine as collateral.
I take down whole armies at one blow and am left with gore. I must temper my rage a bit so prisoners can be taken. But I only crave the smashing, the plunging of fists into frail bodies, the tearing limb from limb. Blood-drenched and bristling, here is my glory. I could blow them all down with a breath.
I require these chains some nights. I have my men shackle me to a great stone so I can strain myself against it till my blood boils. Some days, I have the men sit upon it. Some days I have them pull in the other direction. Sometimes I use oxen. Sometimes nothing can hold me back.
It is absurd to say I am the strongest man. I am not a man at all. I must be part divine, whether devil or angel. Some otherworldly seed took root in my mother and grew too big for her to survive. I burst from her belly of my own volition. Such things hardly matter.
Men are things of destiny. Their lives are written out for them on clay tablets. My life cannot be written by their wedges. No scar sits my flesh. Only my heels could tell my story true. My prints scorn the plain.
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