The Era Of Metal

I was born into the wrong era
This era has too much going on for me to handle
I want to be in the era with the sound of lighting
The sound that makes hair grow long and wild
The era wear the only weapon available was an axe
The era I would become better with the metal
The metal so powerful, it caused senseless fights
This was the era that let loose
This was the era of creativity
This era was the era of such talent, it could only be explained
By the sound of lightning.

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