Exhausted sick so helpless, 
Existence beyond lies
Thorns that seek the healthless 
Find enemies that hide
Stirring in bleak silence, 
With a raven masquerade 
Mold-mites reap their violence, 
Tombs were breached that day


On the battlefield no fear,  
In glorious opposition
When the smoke had finally cleared,
He had twice gained position
Rags tattered torn, 
Steeped with blood and dust
Fallout from the scorn ,
Where the banners taste like rust

Invasive light consumed.
By the shadows and the victor
Grave breath so close
Swore he could of licked her
Shadows of lore return
Battlehard, fucked and true
With a yearning for an urn
The taming of the shrew

Regurgitating remnants, 
Of yesterday's trespasses
Tortured by resentment
For the shifting hour glasses
Fissures formed to heal
Tribulation,trial  and time
The sands that over-spill 
Fill full the frantic mind!!!!!


Heretic Wolves of Wotan

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