Lineage

Norman the janitor,
In a culminating moment,
Remembers the blood in his veins.
The mop is a poor substitute
For a Viking broadsword,
But it is tempered by
A thousand years of
Pent up rage.
Quiver, puny 6th-graders:
The berserkr cleans these
Hallowed halls today!

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