are the only fucks I give to you
Your language is for the content
so fuck your enlightenment
In leiu of sin and piety
I preach solace in contempt
Of Self?--of all and one
and the mightiest of all
God! bow down
that shaggy head of yours
Plant a kiss upon my brow
to complement the scars
ah! Loki! Come hither
I’ll serve you wine, my friend
as you spin your trickery!
Let the silence underneath
the insane cacophony
Carry your whispers to my ears
I’ll listen so patiently
For a million tales
I have to tell
And perhaps one night
you’ll listen
To me
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