Hammer of vice

The hand reaches toward the steel handle
The heart deflates
Oh heart how treacherous
The hand grabs the hammer and smashes

For all of god
we scream for the will to live
To flourish free of ills
To be abundant less our destructive whims

The hand reaches toward the steel handle
A mace head the size of my heart
With a handle the length of my arm
It is the hammer of will

And with it I now smash the hammer of vice
and for all of god clean my spirit, I scream for the will to live
To flourish free of ills
To be abundant less my destructive whims

... To break the hammer of vice
with the hammer of will made from a piece of unbreakable virtue