Drink Mead
Red like blood
My forefathers
Or so they told me
No warrior here
Valhalla decries me
Hiding in shadows
Would you call me Loki?
Too tired for these metaphors
Young man
Little plans of mice and
Worst laid, underpaid survivor
Going in tomorrow
Renewed ansgt amongst the fire
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
Drink Mead
Red like blood
My forefathers
Or so they told me
No warrior here
Valhalla decries me
Hiding in shadows
Would you call me Loki?
Too tired for these metaphors
Young man
Little plans of mice and
Worst laid, underpaid survivor
Going in tomorrow
Renewed ansgt amongst the fire
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