Haakon One

The ending is always near

The time is always now

Push on through the closed door

There is dark enough to disappear


Realities scream and chitter

Like blood-red bats from hell

Life needs to be given a chance

There’s not much left to go on


You are not invisible

I can smell you

I will dance dance dance

Through the coming melee


You are all lies

I know you

Your fears

I track you


Dead or alive

I collect the heads

Of all the evil things

Better dead than alive


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