Lately I’ve been feeling wild, vicious and violent.
The calls of my ancestors, the Vikings, have been screaming for me.
Lately I can drink without being drunk
I can fight without being hurt,
I long for a battle, in which I shall die a honorable death.
I feel the warrior within me begging to be free, and yet I hold him back as I’m stuck in limbo with no wars to fight.
Odin is near, I feel his breath on my back. I know soon I will have what I wish for. Maybe I’ll never come back
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
Lately I’ve been feeling wild, vicious and violent.
The calls of my ancestors, the Vikings, have been screaming for me.
Lately I can drink without being drunk
I can fight without being hurt,
I long for a battle, in which I shall die a honorable death.
I feel the warrior within me begging to be free, and yet I hold him back as I’m stuck in limbo with no wars to fight.
Odin is near, I feel his breath on my back. I know soon I will have what I wish for. Maybe I’ll never come back
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