Jormungandr by Wodensthrone
This silent earth tremors
with seemingly sentient purpose
A hatred forged through aeons
with unrequited benevolence
Her divine rage tears the earth asunder
inviting her kin to embrace oblivion
As the wounds they have rent (in her) bleed streams of
fiery blood
To burn away the taint of the guilty
And O' how she weeps, as her children choke
And cry for release from the flames of her vengeance
Until the rivers of blood run to the rising seas
Which wash over the carnage to quench the embers of hate
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