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the Viking Bounty my Brothers give thanks

I cry to Vahalla raise the dawn quietly so not to shatter the glass
frozen ice blues impale but don't break
gold dust has saved me my purity hidden in the garden
reap the harvest when she is ready
not until the time is nigh will she raise from her tending
I love you truth pain is success

come nigh into my moon gardens I am cold
sunlight dapples through the shade as we conversed in intelligence
it bears witness to your shy nature but you are becoming bold
shaking foundations tread lighter here my love
your own kin cater to you now
they worship the new age you've ushered with your bravery
come nigh my heart worships

don't askew my melancholy
demons tell you true my soul is haunted
can I go forward without looking back?
yes but you come to the hunting grounds over and over

my Lord how lusty you are
matrix plus trinity is our new being
we will survive telepathically connected
as one we thrive, we are beautiful

Vahalla is weary from travel
thankyou for the feast you've provided
the lasses are delectable
come brothers let's feast

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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