HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD.
from the stinking Outhouse owned feces,
misery can merely form you stone flowers,
so take away these ludicrous things past
Let not orators of emptiness dizzy you
in scribbling’s of older and later times
For emphasis visibly written to control
and out of misguided traces this lives
Your toothless babble is here futile
when unborn been made wiser than aged
and Only will that fully can be filled
is found to be your wished will to cease
May you pay for your revolting crapfaith
where nothing akin to sense ever took nest!
This shall be torn away! Axed down!
Forfeit be everything scum call rights!
WEAKEST WEAPONS’ FILTHY MISDEED WILL BE
KEEP AWAY FROM WHAT IS OURS TO SOLEMNISE
Next to these fair and shimmering sun stirred trees
has Midgard long been our place to fence
Voicesmithed runes of land and sky
are heard sounded from the groves among the Chosen for Life
Can hardly steal my own ownership
and learned Choice only High and Right
We walk strong in hidden Odingroves
for the awaited Time to hold Holy
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-11-02 at 14:40
Tags Odin Ragnarok High
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FROM THE GROVES
You should never eat from fouled troughsfrom the stinking Outhouse owned feces,
misery can merely form you stone flowers,
so take away these ludicrous things past
Let not orators of emptiness dizzy you
in scribbling’s of older and later times
For emphasis visibly written to control
and out of misguided traces this lives
Your toothless babble is here futile
when unborn been made wiser than aged
and Only will that fully can be filled
is found to be your wished will to cease
May you pay for your revolting crapfaith
where nothing akin to sense ever took nest!
This shall be torn away! Axed down!
Forfeit be everything scum call rights!
WEAKEST WEAPONS’ FILTHY MISDEED WILL BE
KEEP AWAY FROM WHAT IS OURS TO SOLEMNISE
Next to these fair and shimmering sun stirred trees
has Midgard long been our place to fence
Voicesmithed runes of land and sky
are heard sounded from the groves among the Chosen for Life
Can hardly steal my own ownership
and learned Choice only High and Right
We walk strong in hidden Odingroves
for the awaited Time to hold Holy
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
Read 52 times
Written on 2023-11-02 at 14:40
Tags Odin Ragnarok High
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