Burn.
Step onto the embers of my
Secret weaknesses and
Impersonate the
Sword of Michael.
This longing for Valhalla
Won't see me alive much
Longer.
*Take me to the nearest battle.
Let me die slaying a terrorist
Or intending ******
Or should I pray to gods of a more
Peaceful nature than
Odin?
Love and let live.
Nah, this is in my Norwegian
Bones.
I'll die wielding blade.
I'll die laughing, opened up and
Spilling.
I'll "not go gentle into that good
Night."
So burn.
Be bonfire to my innermost of
Darknesses.
There are shadows there that
Demand chasing.
Make me proud to be
Midgardian.
Burst into flames and remind me:
Sticks and stones are feathers.
Buddha and Baldr.
Enlightenment and love. Well,
I'd rather be a warrior in a church
Than a priest in a battle.
Odin's one good eye
Is mine.
The other weeps for the weak.
May they find
Comfort in the daylight,
While us
Others sharpen our
Weathered hearts
In the cold, uncertain night we
Belong to, like water to snow.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
Burn.
Step onto the embers of my
Secret weaknesses and
Impersonate the
Sword of Michael.
This longing for Valhalla
Won't see me alive much
Longer.
*Take me to the nearest battle.
Let me die slaying a terrorist
Or intending ******
Or should I pray to gods of a more
Peaceful nature than
Odin?
Love and let live.
Nah, this is in my Norwegian
Bones.
I'll die wielding blade.
I'll die laughing, opened up and
Spilling.
I'll "not go gentle into that good
Night."
So burn.
Be bonfire to my innermost of
Darknesses.
There are shadows there that
Demand chasing.
Make me proud to be
Midgardian.
Burst into flames and remind me:
Sticks and stones are feathers.
Buddha and Baldr.
Enlightenment and love. Well,
I'd rather be a warrior in a church
Than a priest in a battle.
Odin's one good eye
Is mine.
The other weeps for the weak.
May they find
Comfort in the daylight,
While us
Others sharpen our
Weathered hearts
In the cold, uncertain night we
Belong to, like water to snow.
