Valhalla
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They sit there waiting
Once vicious, now dormant
Waiting
They feast, they dance
They praise their God above
Yet, they still wait
They sit there waiting
Once vicious, now dormant
Waiting
They feast, they dance
They praise their God above
Yet, they still wait
Staring over the steaming fumes,prophetic wisps, tendrils of the muck,rising up and twisting in her nose,
Eyes bloodshot,covers torn asunder,an empty bed lays in ruins,
