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Aug. 11th, 2008

02:44 am - Mjolnir, return to my hand.

While the great gusts blow from your red beard

I wonder of my past, my future, my wyrd
My work is of naught, be it demons or myself
and I know only toil will lead me to wealth
Be it of the pocket or the soul
I fear the lazy hole
I call on you, god of the common people
to guide my will in these trying days
Strike my soul with lightning
awaken me to greater tomorrows
May I slay the demons that possess me
as you did the giants of old
May I regain discipline and control
and the power to polish my own soul

Tags: germanic neopaganism

Current Mood: restless

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