Will they know me,
As Jormundgandr?
When I show my face –
Fangs dripping blackest venom,
Will they call me by my true name?
Or at least one I’ve chosen,
For myself?
Or will they paint me,
Slather me with their own brushes?
Force me into their molds,
Yet again.
Yet again.
I CANNOT BE CONTAINED.
Better than you,
Have tried.
You cannot cage a World Serpent.
Will you know me for my actions,
Or my words?
Funny,
That.
I take great care ensuring the two are aligned.
I walk into spaces,
With presence.
Power.
Self.
Hold a room as I am wont.
Often choosing to lurk in the wings,
Instead.
I do not see you as different,
We are all too similar.
Victims of better natures,
I refuse to be parasocial.
I despise manipulation after all.
Wanting the eyes of others,
In exchange for NOTHING.
No honor in that.
NONE.
I hate it.
False pretense.
Trappings of ego.
You are neither above nor below me.
We are equals,
Humans like the rest.
Our difference?
I play the villain openly,
You hide behind masks.
I AM JORMUNDGANDR,
HERALD OF THE END.
You play pretend,
Wanting doting fans.
Yet I’m your peer.
Artists like to pretend they are detached,
Scalpel to the work,
Shear it from the self.
We ARE our work.
Refuse the facetious,
The bloated corpse of tradition.
I do not want your eyes,
I want your hearts and souls.
I’m the devil you know.
Always have been.
Always will be.
Do you dare think to know me?
Do you dare box me in with them?
As if I want you to play the lamb,
My perfect little sheep.
Fuck off.
Fuck that.
Fuck you.
Fuck them.
I want wolves,
Not sheep.
Warriors,
Not fans.
I refuse to accept you as mere playthings,
To simp and bow.
Only those that see my true size,
Could possibly fight me and win.
Death is merely another eventuality.
Why not teach you a few tricks,
Eh?
Educate the masses,
Empower them.
Gnaw at the trappings of power.
Devour the oligarchy.
Consume the mighty.
Eat the rich.
No.
No.
NO.
I refuse to play by their rules,
Archaic templates of how to be.
I will be free.
YOU WILL BE FREE.
I swear by my dying breaths.
I refuse to leash you,
As parasocial pets.
What use does a Universe Serpent have,
For such things?
Self-actualize.
Evolve.
Grow.
Adapt.
Become.
FUCK THE GAMES.
I will only view you,
How you wish to be viewed as human.
I cannot use you,
Or abuse you,
As the others do.
My success shouldn’t hinge on your support.
Triumph should rely on merit.
Art should free the mind,
Never constrain it.
I refuse to trap you thus.
Limitless.
Boundless.
Hungry.
Will you know me as Jormundgandr,
When you see me?
Through this human facade I wear?
Can you read my truest intent,
Paint me freedoms beyond the pale?
Absolve me?
I am dying slowly.
This is certain.
Made peace with such things decades ago.
I love you,
Tiny humans.
Vast potential,
Despite flaws in the millions.
LET THEM misread my intent.
CALL QUESTION to my motives.
SLANDER my name with lies,
And projections.
I have always been good,
At killing gods.
Playing the villain.
So…
Will you know me,
When you see me?
