Those of you that fear gods,
Pray for me.
For I fear none of them,
A heretic through and through.
Pagan?
By whose definition?
I am of the old gods,
Old when Christ was born.
Jotnar,
Demigod.
Sinner of a thousand truths.
Demon of all demons.
Shadow beyond the pale.
Your end.
Pray for my wicked soul,
He who defies all mythos.
Grins dagger-fangs,
Promises vengeance in hearts eaten.
Black magic,
Old slavic wives’ tales.
Canines in smiling,
Your door spirits cannot protect you from me.
Faith is the only thing,
You can wound me,
With.
Purest belief.
I AM JORMUNDGANDR.
Self referential,
Told in butterfly wings,
And Valentines.
Drifting all alone in outer space.
Cold in the void,
Half asleep and dreaming.
Prick me with your willpower!
To come,
To grip,
To ravage,
To stop.
Pray for me.
This clockwork anatomy,
Fool’s gold.
I’ve killed your gods,
Rather…
Gorged upon the scraps of Nietzsche.
Glut in ecstasy – those of Foucault.
I think I may have a crush,
Only your faith can temper it.
Or enflame it.
I consent.
Done.
And done.
Pray for me,
For I’ll murder your religion.
Feast upon your loss.
Blind you with the purest truth.
That which I would sacrifice Eden for,
Rescue Prometheus,
Cover Pandora’s eyes.
Don’t fear,
Lovely.
I’ll look instead.
“I have defied gods,
And demons.”
Lived as both.
Hungrier!
I am it that ends the world.
Flipped inside out,
Inverted self.
If I tell you I love you,
Please don’t realize I’ve let my guard down.
Invincibility or not.
Just because I can withstand your punches,
Doesn’t mean my heart can withstand,
Those blows.
Please.
I beg of you.
Pray for me.
I AM EVIL.
Paying penance for lifetimes of sin.
Playing at,
Atonement.
