I have no mouth and I need to scream
Truth poetry. Written in 2020. It is time for the Einherjar inside of me to rise. The pawns of my enemy, they raise a fist up in the air, they are fighting an oppression thats not even there, while the real oppression doesnt even register underneath their hair. These enemies, their true nature is to divide. Their war paint is victimhood, they grow in number while taking over my own. Everything that is beautiful is being burned away by peaceful protesters hands. 40, 000 years of culture is being washed away by desert sands. The Einherjar inside of me is screaming. Sitting on a fence between two worlds which both hate me, words thrown like rocks they wish to knock me down. My shield is the power of Odin. The Berserkers call bellows within me, I have no mouth and I need to scream. The temperature has dropped at the decaying oasis, concerned looks from all of the masked up faces, upon the expanse of this earth Big Pharma drags its oversized hooves whist its minions dance to sadomasochistic grooves
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