When I end your world,
I will be gentle.
For we have lived such a tragedy before,
Came out with all our scars.
I’ll come in rapture,
Born of the void.
Black hole son.
Jormundgandr,
Harbinger of Ragnarok.
Let suffering cease,
Anxiously chewing on my tail.
Let it go.
Be soft.
Be weak.
Us Jotnar dream only in nightmares.
Witness this apocalypse with eyes wide shut.
Revel in armageddon.
Dance amongst the ashes of an old world,
Unkind and hungry.
Do not call me lord,
A mere serpent.
Purveyor of knowledge,
Trading in secrets and truths.
Wisdoms and whispers.
I will make you want me,
And yet deny you absolution.
Such is the pursuit of knowledge,
The ravenous seething at the core.
I murdered Thor with venom,
Been mourning ever since.
Rebirth is worse than oblivion.
Samsara is agony.
Let me go,
Let me sleep.
You demand too much,
Brat.
