Tag: ragnarok
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My role at ragnarok
The word in throat your highness The third toke chokes, high in this Back shed, pure in my defiance Spurning all alliance, turncloak My rage is age of iron, wroth Cold as Hoth my heart bound in iron confines Chains of great weight, as bade Fenrir stay Until the final, violent, schismal day, a dismal…
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Lost origin of hate
Malignant religion Pregnant with ignorance Lingering hatreds, ageold Feuding blood fuelling wars. Fuligin sky scorched undercoat, cloven surcoat Liver, loving blood heretofore circuited Outslithering blood ophidian Sers fall cut, it is not a war where only peasants die Bullets like plague unsparing, farmers and kings alike A die cast from a God’s hand. Obfuscation of…
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages IV – Last Charge of the Ferrathian Glyders
They told no one their name that was not of their tribe It was I who slyly bribed their scribe, he saw I was not a rival but a learned man He could not speak it but took pen in hand and wrote it there on the animal-candied margin banding his annals Ferrathians of the…
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Angels Weakened by Chain of Flesh
They scream as weak skin shirts them “My flesh is covered with maggots and clods of dirt.” Angels made from radiance descended Light as from the halving dance of radiation And in lust were turned If a thing of flame couple with flesh, should not that flesh be burnt The fruit of forbidden urge once…
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