Look at you.
Getting beaten up,
Being everyones *****
What have you become?
A tired old man
A broken god
No one remembers the glory
No one remembers your help
The ravens have left you
They travelled south
Looking for other victims
Victims of fame and glory
They tortured you,
Tormented you,
Played you,
Glorified you.
And you prevailed,
Oh you conquered.
You led;
You achieved.
But you're just tired now,
This is part of your plan.
Time to go and relieve yourself.
Meet your Ragnarok
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
Look at you.
Getting beaten up,
Being everyones *****
What have you become?
A tired old man
A broken god
No one remembers the glory
No one remembers your help
The ravens have left you
They travelled south
Looking for other victims
Victims of fame and glory
They tortured you,
Tormented you,
Played you,
Glorified you.
And you prevailed,
Oh you conquered.
You led;
You achieved.
But you're just tired now,
This is part of your plan.
Time to go and relieve yourself.
Meet your Ragnarok
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