Thor's Hammer

Bout- suicide

Leave Erebus with a bang,
No Keats- do not dissolve,
Not settle into Hamlets' fine mist;
But sound the gongs of empty shells,
As they clang about; even as vissisitude,
Of Fortune leaves us in doubt.

Hear might Thor's Hammer,
As I strike it against myself,
Against the monotonous Gods,
As I rebel.