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1 SIGFRIDSSON

HUNTED

IN

INVIOLABLE

BLOOD

GOTSALA 46

PHOTOGRAPHY BY 1 SIGFRIDSSON

ALL RIGHTS OWNED BY 1 SIGFRIDSSON

PRINTED EDITION E-BOOK

ISBN 978-91-979005-7-7 ISBN 978-91-979005-6-0


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LIFE IN MIGHT!

COME WINDS! STORMS!

COME LIFE IN MIGHT! IN BLOOD FROM BLOOD!

COME TIMES FORCE MIGHT OF ODIN!

THE GODS ARE LIFES AND DEATHS RULES

ALWAYS PRESENT HERE AND SET ABOVE!

DENY THE FRIEND-ROTTEN LOATHSOME ALL WORDS!

HEAVE AWAY HIDDEN IN DREAM AND EARLY FOR NOTHING!

LET THE TRUTH MUTE ALL OF THE DIMNESS AND DOUBT!

VIET OWNS MIDGARD ALONE AND WED IN LIFE HERE!

THE WAR IS TEARING DRIVES FORWARD A FINAL REVENGE

AND BLOOD WETS THE BARK RUNS IN THE RIGHT TRACKS!

WE ENABLE HERE TRUTH, HONOUR AND RIGHT!

WE TAKE HOME LOVE, FREEDOM AND MIGHT!

THE LAW IS THAT WE SHALL BE WHAT WE ARE!

COME TIMES FORCE MIGHT OF ODIN!

COME LIFE IN MIGHT! IN BLOOD FROM BLOOD!

COME WINDS! STORMS!


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MORE THAN LOVE

Seldom do futile words about love take on a living,

but leave in defiance its new ruins everywhere.

Listen in here carefully now, sneerlife;

Wrong in the head means wrong in the eyes.

Right in nothing owns rights to nothing.

Shut thereafter kindly your slow snout.

Advice on advice writes a starving harvest

wording a wisdom stolen from nonsense

wherein tiresome words are endowed pity

so like raisins showing the full grape vine

We know all too well that been and had is nothing to be harvested,

so keep all your filthy, wry-legged and weakmoulded words

where all regretted love always takes its way home to be hated

Hear the laughter at your comparing of mutual infantilities to be sane

and find you thereafter that the will to your wrongs are missing here,

furthermore that more than love is not a mystery; The Name will remain.

Rip from its hold

that cleanest emotions have here too hard been used up,that fairest scum keep creep in line before the foulest!

Rip from its hold that suffering and death stand All near!

Take to its hold

that Honour will outshine petty survival,

that only Truth does own us in real beauty!


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INVIOLABLE

Poured in a few warming glances for sweetly rare memories

to carry away, pity gone by, to enclose this inviolable,

yet get to sense those wet summer meadows caress my legs,to catch the calm wind close to the corner of this stable

Dreamed,

I am everywhere down here called a dreamed

A hidden,

inside indecisions; the seasons rake me in as gone

Glances of Life linger on to remain inside the bitter hurted

and to guest the old property as if this life still was alive,as if an unknown mist hanged on to this very Life perished,

as would my life still remain in Life as my own life

(Coldly clear. A partly unhinged wooden gate creaks wind,

opened unto a forgotten yard whose remains can be sighted slightly.)

Leaned over wooden boxes filled up with potatoes and carrots,

smelling in filled bags with mealy apples in the foyer cold

which all lasted as long as Winter would hand its permission

(Frost stricken. The gravel path glimmers its fragile floes,

small stones set inside the frozen sand did glisten still.)

I am snared sorrow-wise, bilious, mild-eyed, fragile and lost

like the last apple shined witnessed left on its winter branch

sees this years harvest of autumn leaves beauty rolled in frost


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I stand ended,

alone left unarmed against unrealitys gruesomeness

Sidling up to the charcoal kiln forgotten by the region

in thinking of friends swords drawn out from the field below

Underneath the darkness,

fresh laid snow mounds in a blue bleak winter night

Brewed afterglow:

Dead stars cries of regret in the night

beneath gleamingly lingering daybreaks remain

Unreachable


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THE PATH TO LIFE

My life is small,

broken by the shattered

My life is great,

carried by the edified

Necessity and will sum jointed

to The Only Path to tread

where Truth Reigns and Wisdom Wins

Invoking Clarity Vision and the Path to Life!

MY FOLK ARE THE FOLKMY LAND IS MIDGARD

Let here Viets will awake,

in our dawning birds chirp

while veiled tears run

without joining us to the bitter


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ULTIMATUM

O!

You so easily bought, mightless and tarned,

trapped scabby with the loss of lust caught,fully emptied of rights: Necessarily trashed!

You

You! Forgotten remaining in a worn and fouled

You! Eyetiredly drowned in permanent quicksand

You tracelessly left to become helpless,

you filthy weak and meek, listen up a while!

Long enough has wished for been searched down in unwantedwhile all illusions are being emptied of gladness

where false found thought-worthy qualm unthought thought

and exertedly spill its power on the pitiful needs

Only misanthropists can love what our world has become

while deprived and crushed promises been mortarized

for the weed itself has scuffled in thirst after our blood,

around, and down, at the poisoned wells places

And few wish little more than to qualify as wretch

It is me anyway so bitingly bitter to break

with ripped apart societys broken

where the crippled and dizzy demand Life to crippled be

Hardly.


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COLOUR OF LIFE

I am so gladly thrown in herewith the ability to see through air

Turning me into Wind and becoming 0% blind!

BARRIER DOWN! BARRIER DOWN!REALITY! EXIST REALITY!COME REALITY! REIGN!

TAKE ME! LEAD ME! FILL ME!FLOW! FLOW! DRIP!

OCEANS! LANDS! SKIES!FILL ME!

Birdsongs awake

Drinking of twilights

Something breathes in nearness,

realityborn, herein realitystrewn

One warrior mind of bluest skies

pouring in lifes most beautiful colours,

beyond all the conceived mind games,

past years of formed wolfmonths

SURVIVING! GIVING MEANING!

REGRET NOTHING! RISING OUT OF DUST!

SPEAK! SPEAKING AS THE NETTLES SPEAK!

USING CHOICE AND POUR IN LIFES COLOUR!


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ON ROSECOVERED SNARES PATH

Weedbundles to catch

Nettles to eat

Blindfolds to carryWalls to bury

Life to sort

In drunken swagger after slightest right to hold loved

sifts the funny farms steadily for what is most sane

while the scum lie absent-minded with a red apple in the mug

Un-astute unwieldyWretched,

grubbing in exchangable Nothing,turns around,

not unlike stinking and staring cows

And hardships little bread crumbs look good in darkness corner

meanwhile the very finest scum oink away to their babble songs

Retards demand to equal eachother to live furthest down

in clutching after cheap thought-jewelry and life-pettiness

Misgrowth is dug up ideals: Meaningless crass experiences

But, unclean will remain being Gladness most rare guests

Weedbundles to throw

Nettles to grow

Blinfolds to burn

Walls to build

Life to sort


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DAGAZ

WILL

STRENGTH

KNOWLEDGE

MIGHT

HOLINESS

LOVE

Option and wills contradicting Truths

became in growth compelling illusions,

to gain given for the strange twistings

that become feeblemoulded reactions:

Selfish need

Imagined hatred

Guessings drivel

Thieverys fraud

Unreachableness theory

Emptiness survival strategy

It dawns to cry off the unclean times burden,

the counterfeit rights will be taken away

Life was brought here and given Viet to inherit

and ones own will shall enriched be recalled

TIME TURNS TO LAID FRUITION!

LET THE WINE OF CLARITY FLOW!

COME GLADNESS! BE HERE! LIVE US!

COME INHERITED AND STRENGTHENED!COME TO THE NEW DAWN!

RAISE YOURSELF FREEDOM!

STEP FORWARD GLADNESS!

BE MY LAWS!


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LIGHT CAME!

THIS IS THE POWER TRUTH HAVE SEALED

THIS IS THE MIGHT OF THE HOLY RITE

SHOW YOURSELFTRANSFORM YOURSELF

YOU ARE SOWED TO BE LOVED!

SOWING GROUND!

EMBRACING WIND!

CLIMBING OUT OF WINTER!

AWAKENING THE HOLDERS OF WORTHY BLOOD!

THIS IS A SHELTERING FOR THE ENCLOSURED

WITH THE FUTURE FREE FROM HOMELESSNESS!

THIS IS VIET GIVEN OUT FROM ITS HIDDEN,BROUGHT TO ENNOBLEMENT OF THE TROTH!

WARRIORS LIVE THEIR GAIN WITH WISDOM

AND LET ALL FUTILE SLIP AND DEAD FALL!

TO THE SWORDS!

CAST THE WORLDS AWAY FROM ANGUISH!

LIFE HAS BEEN DRIVEN HERE FROM ITS HIGH,

TO HARD CHOSEN CHOICES WITHOUT CHOICE!

BEAR SHALL TEAR, WOLF BITE,SNAKE STRIKE AND RAVEN RIP!

LIGHT CAME!

TURN AND WITHOUT REST WANDER HOME!


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ALREADY THE FROSTBITES SEARCH

Stand surrounded mists on borderland greyabove returned, night hidden, molten leaves

(Broken off, fallen,still these hardly missed lives

will arise with overturned spring ices)

The nightside thickensThe striking cold fastens

Springtime travels inside, breaking its hidden deathbread,while unhealed wounds rasps in my greyest hollowharvest

I was here, I was here,

I was here tied to an uninhabitable world of sorrow and meatwhere bitterhard seed strewn for the ices to live as cast away,

and all too overnourished crap; All tenderness and reality is beat


And already before the moment the last autumnsigh awakesthe frostbites searches the paths to its final wintergatheringsso alike the summer flowers trade in their seats in the groves

before Time has found that Autumn plucked down all meadows

Can only dream to remember gladness here, be on wait,be sighed through by all of these dawns and twilights,knowing the witherings terms, always unbefallen, await,in beauty sent away from its beginning for blossomings



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A LETTER FOR REVENGE

Was of a mind lingering,

in easily nested reasons

quartered an irretrievably empty room:

Waiting

The pulled; cards left me forced down and inconsolable,

rarely really good enough, left clinging hard and silenced

Placed there; the thorns filled the Path up to the Skies

and kept hidden for any pieces of mind or indifferences

Cutting in; my screams on the pitfall wallsand passing through labyrinths by never entering

Writing home; to dear Truth

about the forgotten and tearing conditions of Life:

You insist that I grow alone and in heartlessness,

to infirmity calling out longings incurable reasons!

See here this understanding interpreter of his longing

that never feared that emotions could die away much more

acknowledging to have stopped within a wide open stare

and sadly emotions cannot be further blunted down any more

in the fouled languishing growing away into suffering

while effect readily collects its too simple excuses.

But,

wishing still to be offered just one decent tomorrow

that down here refuses to gnaw the already clarified.

Everything is so dumb

that only with words can it be considered wisdom.


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TRUTHS MERCY

You, you so roseborn and luminous,

in guise and lifted into nothingness,

out of fear blunted blind and bound,selling grief all its laughable advices

You, you lie springless and inconsolable,

in famine outside of Truths Mercy

This is tragic

It is the brokens tears

This is freedomin a world of dross

You weathered down call yourself perfect

while lifes dumb illusions become wills

and thoughts shape more dumbness

to explain reasons for all dumbness

Waivers of the only raised above

are tolerating vexed ridiculous ideals,

defined out from futilities stomachs

and will be found where miseries hunt

For while all High is praised

you love with what is spoiled

Ends

scraped forth

in suffering

where naught wasand soon forgotten

in turned sights snaring deeds

Warming this powerless pathfinder

which should loathe sufferings might

before he here infected will self-starve

outside the existence of Truths mercy


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THE EMPTY LINE

Have in winterworn loathing tearthought,

enclosed around a dying mans clothes

stuck as frozen resin in the trunks bark

Have laid winterlight in nightcovered whirling snow,

becoming a strange cloudcarrier, claritys riddle,

leading extinctor of feigned lifes cloaked love

Have trapped been stuck an all too hardened living

where something untouched steadily stands strong

as an unspeakableness; to always be denied rotting

An empty line takes infirm spurns into nothing.

Have washed in the thought-vein and grabbed hold of clarities,

mentioned the windtorn years maze, adorned sighing

Laying left a while A silenced and battered

only acknowledged by the seeing

Uninvited eels drink,

fattening on the wordsuffering in this last life

Destone me Lifes vein

Try now hurting what is dead.


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FURTHEST OUT ON AN ISLET

Furthest out on an islet where the sea wets the rocks

stands the struggle to protect thoughts from observation

Darkened rests the Path Darkened rests the eye

Burning the words.

Lifting my gaze,

beaten it drags down to stay

One friendfreed

as weary glitter is useless

One lovefreed

as polished glitter is ridiculous

Later on touching the dust fallen a deserted cabin floor,

in borrowed night camp, torn apart and embracing Nothing

Darkened rests the Gard Darkened rests the woods

The War clutches.


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Listening,

hear stillness wander over this forest lakewhen sun-reflected moon gleams in the oars

Standing taken from lust, staggering,

in brightened summer night in front of inner shy thoughts

Pulling in my weights, threatening,

in darkened summer night where all Answers keep asking

Dragged into Life and marked again

Into clarity and mist poured

Hatred so strong that it refuses to take its hold;

to take feet on the shore down by the ten rivers


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IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT

Hidden in my last winter abode came Death

like a frail and excusing crying mourner

and sat down in apprehension, in whisperance:

Searched here for Life itself to befriend,

in the wounded you, in your lone dying

We are a left, shadowfree storm,

holding our rugged words against darkness,

pressing the nights hours; teaching us coldness

(Was drawn here through the lands inside darknessDragged over all the time distances, stones and ices)

And cold has just my fairness in its word,

while emptiness,

has its emptiness stuck in the Weave


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WINDSIDES

Living merely in my autumn leaves, watercourses and clouds,

like a kissed harvest pulled by longings silenced promises

and as unwillingly begged, hard nightflowered and teared

The forest sun-striated (Dreamed in Lifes Windsnare)

meanwhile the raining leaned in slowly, hesitent steps

(Watching melting, hectically dripping under springsuns might)

In stonelee will soon the violets be placed harrowed here again

and then fade, shyly slouch, under the night-times journey

(Enough about that.)

Stepping up a daily route and got beautiful together with dawning

and when later the rain carefully fell asleep weary beside the dusking

down under raking forest tree tops underneath the greyspeckled skies

was springs-ground seen turning home to barrenly (and slowly) thaw drinking

Gazing miles wide around over the halfway snow stained mounds

where furrowed fields stood silent as frozen, stopped sea waves,

while the Winds hit, took headway from all four sides, then suddenly!:

At precisely the right time beams of the Sun broke in over the district

The springtender light lit carefully (Warmed the last years grass)

and little shadows flickered themselves quickly over creek and river

I have eye-caressed the pinebedded grounds fairest days

before nocturnal fog arose around tender forestshadows

Beneath rainpines dripping greeted my sight modest flowering,

together with the rain teared down with most broken branches

Indulgent crop on sweet forest ploughed strips, stay here.


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THE CRACKS

Thinking myself taking oar strokes between the field islands hills

and sail by untouched;

in defenseless journey forward into a new dawn

Detained

while the written clouds dense the sight

have gleamed-through wisdom been graveled and extinguished

Remaining in a missing future where memories rupture

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Am in fragments to piece together

Threadthorned blinkers to throw offA hidden away pathfinders aging heart

We or You,

forced to cuddle with suffering for its ugliness sake

We, have suffered enough,

streamed in the cleanest well

for others

Insufficiency has gifted more than enough

while Death bit by bit caught us marked for life

too long

Have traced the frustrations; the conditions itself,

setting in hearts a rope to snare the scab carriers

You know, was so heartstarved, forced to fair my eye,overdose beauty in a torn down world

where animal life now is set as a goal to reach up to

You,

there must come in prettier days here soon

Speak.


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FROM INSIDE A NIGHT STORM

Thorncut deathyears healed roving paths too many times

while a riddling cure strewn in all the nuisance

Grievance, told to be gone, listens deafstruck.

Lived all too costly for unloved, fouled and unwished,

and if that was enough or nothing does not make a difference

when unlived truly is to prefer;

as always near to is lower than Nothing

So puny became my life that shallow beauty is lifeand finding me nothing more clearly to find herein

So grand is my life that the inner also is its surfacewhich find itself nothing more clear to leave herein

Death is closing in, so damn irreplaceable,the obviously final unbreakable Chooser

is already here, immodaretely in love with all calledLife


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SIGR! FREOD! SUN!

You bind the birdsand strangle flowers

You poison chosen wellsand are felling care trees

You cut away Holiness,burn Goodness

and spit in the bloods

Setting myself as well-guard.

Covering the naked Treewith my wounded body

Setting life in grey blue skiesand turn the bark to the Sun

Painting the flowerscolours readyand make the stones come alive

My nd scorns darknessand gives Light its striations

So be my friend, you loved,and give yourself grape stock(The most beautiful to behold)

Bind meadow flowersin a wreath around your head(The most beautiful to be tied)

Give yourself as final well water,holied and filled with might

(The cleanest that can be brought forth)

HEAR MY NAMES!

SIGR! FREOD! SUN!

WE ARE REAL!


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DRAINED OF RIGHT

Thoughts are ruled in much by repelling revisionismthrough all those exchanged identities revulsionism

Drained of all right forged traditions are now followedwhere the Solstice ceremonies and its use been fouled

(All this while imagined feelings from fears simplicityhave become divisible tools to hold on as if high here.)

Fooled scream themselves great and thus all infect,adding their largest stench mouths in their beggingand ridiculous ignorance as their powerful weaponsejected against those poorly pledged pitiful minds

Contaminated are the choices for the life to chooseunder degrading shapes separating bids,

and this live on coarsely, revolting, and nauseating;

all the while insanitys raised barrier surrounds

Intelligence is perceived only by the intelligentand Knowledge sought to cure erroneous behavior

even when faults are placed against wrong by parasites

So quelmed was here the strength without Time.

When Reality, here and now, regains its vision,washes need off and recognizes the gladness stolen,

then carved be my remaining border to any doubtMy sword shall with might be soaked in every mind.

Wit and growth twisted!Murder and humiliation secretively clouded!

Call your word found excuseswhat you want and dare, scum!

Fated you will remain!


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FROM RIPS AND STABS

Your dreams hold that we have blood blendedbut untrue be old friendship you have scripted

Friend-worthy were you never to me

and my contempt is clearly understood.

Your behinds look so clean after theyvebeen emptiedand smeared their feces over everything called high

Oaths given was in all dug out and hollow,

alike your quelming pornographys falseness.

Knowing you know that here you have no rights or causein spite of this these surroundings are twisted and rapedin the aim to scorn, break down and murder our blood

while Viet is forced down to live as the used and denied.

I am sensing the eyes that read my thoughts writtenwhile the traditions already are insected and undermined,

for through the deeds done scum find their greatness,but drag mine to yours never will fall for being any alike.

The self-realization in that you call yourself flies pleasesand fully proven stands here this invincibility

Attempts to take names of the victorious become stolen wordswhich never are to come home to any Reality.

Contaminated nonsense will everywhere be taken awayand Viet can here bridgewander The Path to Life,hereafter our kin/kindred and friends will meet

and awareness rist its gladness over the suffering.

Now leaf-prepared are the forests and inside the heartsfor our New Time have come back here to overtake

So, raise the gaze away from the old humilityand crave, fill lust for the next life, and this!

WE ARE HARDLY FOOLED THAT OTHER CHOICES EXIST!

WE SHALL LIVE ALL THAT WE CALL GOODNESS!


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ALLBOT

In the Tree two ravens have waited long

They are seen greyed, withered, torn,before the chain finally is ruptured

Crutch this.

Retrieving Life hereLetting Reality speak

Teaching Knowledge to reform

inside the Allrights right over right

The gates have here been opened wide

and good use all honoured will own,living brightly with Valhallas awareness

in the always present moment spring arrives

Standing under the mills bridges,in the glades by the smiths,

at the stupas on sun caressed hillsand forcing love to be clean again

Drinking the Allseeing Samwaterof spring water and burning wood

Cutting sticks, solidifies the shapewhere the core is SIGge FRIDulfSSON

Reincarnated to save this forthcoming timeto fall from straw death and honourless life

Count me four hundred steps of years in Timeand find yourself there the greatest of all Answers

I am a stranger nowhereand Time is waited through me

STEERING TIME! OVERCOMING DOUBT!

RIST RIGHT AND RIST SIGR, RIST FREOD,RIST SUN TO THE FUTURE!


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TAKEN YEARS WANDERED

Taken years wander around,too Bored with day and night

The wind hisses,newly kindled stars gazeHugen cuts after, in me,

while clouds ignore and the birds swear

Are then waking the night in vainand fathoming the moonbeamsover this bloomed out meadow

Surrounded traces of this life

become gladness itself to a shimmer,which runs

through its ground basebefore hope is expected

and avoidingthe formed heritage

where inaccessible turns,waiting, Calling, waiting

One inside all the Light in here is played;hearing wind whisper itself amongst leaves

in front of this awaited death duty plightA rare functioning love insight

BLISS!LOVE!

NECTAR!


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GROWTH OR BE DAMNED

The filthy flour is milled bitterlydown among the Aesir-betraying scumBlood-letted, wronged, all that is foul!

Truth forgotten, all high forced to dream!

Imitate not the dead eternelles, you sorrowseeds!Raise not your tearfilled voices to a false comfort

around those soiled words of impermanenceQuelled spikes shall die! DIE! DIE! DIE!

Lowest are brought here through the entrapments,and when Good intentions is missing; will flicker dead,

parasites impose themselves not trustworthy symbioses,excruciating, in denial of Holy Knowledge with an empty spite

We all participate in this Fated battleground

The War continues for Odmade against doomed

Condemned breathe;but have nothing for it

Condemned die,for their will does it

OWNERSHIP IS NOTHING YOU CAN HAVEMIGHT STAND YOU NOT TO FIND HERE

COME NEAR THE NEW TIMES REAL DEMANDSMEET A WORLD WHERE ALL CHOSEN IS KEPT

GROWTH OR BE DAMNED IS THE CHOICE LEFT,AS WE ALL KNOW THAT RAGNAROK IS NEAR


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FROM THE GROVES

You should never eat from fouled troughsfrom the stinking Outhouse owned feces,

misery can merely form you stone flowers,

so take away these ludicrous things past

Let not orators of emptiness dizzy you

in scribblings of older and later timesFor emphasis visibly written to controland out of misguided traces this lives

Your toothless babble is here futilewhen unborn been made wiser than aged

and Only will that fully can be filledis found to be your wished will to cease

May you pay for your revolting crapfaithwhere nothing akin to sense ever took nest!

This shall be torn away! Axed down!

Forfeit be everything scum call rights!

WEAKEST WEAPONSFILTHY MISDEED WILL BEKEEP AWAY FROM WHAT IS OURS TO SOLEMNISE

Next to these fair and shimmering sun stirred trees

has Midgard long been our place to fence

Voicesmithed runes of land and skyare heard sounded from the groves among the Chosen for Life

Can hardly steal my own ownershipand learned Choice only High and Right

We walk strong in hidden Odingrovesfor the awaited Time to hold Holy


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IMAGINED RAVAGED!

Missing, unsown, removed,stricken minds scream

and bloodied lay the wood,

forced to be risted again

Impotent lie the senseswhile your kindred suffer to death

and the conscious fraudscall their name as science

Cast away lied scrap!

DENY! DETEST! CAST OFF!

This horribly filthbuilt slaghave our right foes brought forth,

for the foul have fouled here formedand where this can stick it does sit

Scums unpleasant mindtrapped weakanswersof high pathetic drama are their forlorn lifes alike

and poorly their feces presented can feedin a pride so great over this world they violate

Forced upon freedom to perversion compares to freedom,

uttered through a very real humiliation and downfallwhile blinding plans drive forward the false wars,

deceiving, slaying millions from entering into Asgard

Ruptured plausible explanations are tried to be normalizedwhere the art of foretelling sows secret weapons for suffering,

hubris is bleating emptily from inside the protective pensand underneath the stones the insects feast on so piously

Taking battering rams against counteracted raised walls!

Bringing suffering to unholinessempty vessel carriers!

LAWS AGAINST DUMBNESS!NITHING AGAINST ILLEGAL SCUM!

AWAY INFECTIONHORDES!

IMAGINED WILL BE RAVAGED!


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MIDWINTERS ENDSTONE

Darkness has hidden my paths

Cannot find Reality alive here

Scars, much mentioned, are all too well in

(Lighting the nightlatern and stepping above the frozen crust)

Paid far more than all of lifes values

and I am driven thousands of years into Death

My name: The Mights first risen endstone

A chalice brought me back up from the Well

to where sorrow and hiding alone found my life

Herded through set and made misfortunes to timber,

fastached memories where denied the Worlds been dormant

while all the days bite remained as bitten together

until refusal was dragged in here; to its very final remnant

Served out revilers in late for useful grave embraces

so proud over their stolen, undeserved aged greatness,

and clung on up the gable sit all the pretty platelickers

while Midgard truly rotted, stiffed, to meaninglessness

Seated comfortably benched stares deceit at this waiting,

begs so dearly what righteous was worth for the Worlds

and wishes my presence to bite sloppily and pitifully,

harshly; and to finally spit their sickness in after their bites

Risting firmly that done so becomes Time.

Know that Truth is my burial mound.

Know now or never.

(Extinguishing the nightlantern and stepping through the frozen crust)


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