Iceland

A plate steel object was firedAnd I did not feel for

my compatriotsHated even the core of myselfNot a matter

of ill-healthIt was fear of weakness deep in core of

myselfThe fact attainment was out of.

..Mounting orations..populationsTo be humbled in icelandSing

of legend, sing of destructionWitness the last of the

god-menHear about megas jonsson *Cast the runes against

your own soulThere is not much more time to goWork

fifteen hours for the good of the soulAnd be humbled

in icelandSit in the gold roomFall down flat in the

cafe iol*Without a glance from the clienteleGood coffee

black as well,Hair blond as hellCast the runes against

your own soulRoll up for the underpants showAnd be

humbled in icelandAnd the spawn of the volcanoIs thick

and impatientLike the people around it.

See a green goblin redhead,

redheadMake a grab for the book of prayers.

Do anything for a bit of attentionGet humbled in icelandWhat

the goddamn fuck is it? That played the pipes of aluminumA

memorex for the krakensThat induces this rough textAnd

casts the runes against the self-soulAnd humbles in iceland