Valkyre~Part II

It is in this time that I reside, a beggar from the past. Belligerence seeds my angst while I maraud as some insoluble soul, commuting cancer and raving with my sullied tongue, of my renown. I have constructed, as I have adapted, a vestibule of tragedy to venerate my rage.

I seek to annul my bad name, by verifying my self-worth. Beyond every tragedy I ve absconded, has slaked my anger; keeping away the hunger within which burns, is madness. So long has torture been my burgeoning solution, gaining on my hopelessness while fulfilling my basic survival. And although I cannot die, my sentiment remains of its previous self; a false mercy, for a false demon.

Inducing the synergies that grind my two universes, I sleeve my rapacious grim. Altered light cleaves my elegance, brooding upon the teetering blank of my fortitude. A sentence of valor dictates my reputation, inviting my ponderous curio. Followers engage my feral autism, savoring my mysterious loss. My blackened history tunnels into my mannerisms, flaunting its primordial wall; stating -here is myth s pagan: armed vicar-.