Ragnarok 2200
The God’s have fallen from their throne overhead Earth’s shallow winds
They told us a myth called “Hiroshima” during our younger years
I thought it impossible for the sky to appear as an endless void
Until the past world I knew no longer existed
The blinds of sanity’s window closed off most of our future
The contrasting world’s transitioned between instantly
The blue sky converted to a white abyss
Then it became a blackened scrap of metal and hatred
No flags of nationalisic wholeness exist any longer
Nothing beyond this wasteland has been seen
Odin and Fenrir had their final battle
And we lost
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