Back Day-Exercise 1- Bent Rows

The steel feels like a hollow soul in my grasp
Infested with bloated parasites on its ends...
Ready to fight for the life of its host...
Or My Demise...
No straps today... Only a 400lb psi grip stands between me and victory
Kneeling down with fists clenched around the bending bar
As eradication instincts define deluges through the sony headphones...
Providing the soundtrack to the ensuing horror show in my mind...
Eyes squinting to point of tearing... the hands tremble

(Within bodies are mutilated... the world is ending...)

Victory...At Hand...

A light calm of certainty begins to flow down my body
Head... to toe
The acceptance of pain and torture soon to come...
A let a slight laugh slip out (ordained in the madness)
The Eyes Open...
I see him in the mirror
He unracks the 345lb abomination
Bending his body parallel to the ground
Letting the mass of unholiness drag his arms straight out to the floor
Ripping muscle tissue from his spine
Vertabrae...by vertabrae...
Until the parasites touch the floor
UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Into the lower abdomen the suffering steel goes
Beckoning me with tales of giving up and succumbing to pain...
I squeeze him harder... he soon falls silent in my grasp
The invisible onlookers watch in war-furied bloodlust
Chanting in poison-rumbling undertones of Hell
GROND!!!
GROND!!!
GROND!!!
GROND!!!
Their voices drive me into a psychotic rage
I descend into the pit...I reach 10...
And drop that defeated fucker's lifeless body to the earth
Cast from my grasp...
The steel looks up at me in tears
Beaten with dying parasites attached to its withering body
And the Mountain of weight nods its head in respect
To this victor...The Spoil of War