In thee end Odins Ravens will descend & cry out the call to the end of us all while holy defenders wage war with unholy pretenders & financial wizards spirit the ungodly blizzards that ravage the earth to the glee ridden glory of the Anti-Christs mirth. Trump in power, dire is thee hour, Obama's made his final stand, who now carries the ball? Let us pray its England! All seems lost, collective gloom rooted in doom at the coming holocaust. Serpents Circumscribement of this planet with no Thūrisas weilding Veritas to fucking shit can it. Three thousand years after the Havamals blue print for the conduct of man the powers that be would oversee the Prince of Lies Lecherous Ball celebrating the Christian ban, heralded in by the wages of sin & treacherous thrawls whose hymns will be sung while good men are hung by choirs of wars & fire & congregational elation is set to the tune of Mammons Ovation during All-Hallows Eve under Orange Tantric Moons!
Written By Drin Jacöb Hildebränd, Novembrè aüf 2020. Copywrited by Writco ©️ & Drin Jacöb Hildebränd
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