May i not die a straw death

i’m an atheist
on a pagan crutch
i revel in the rights
and hedonistic delights
i’ve hailed loki
as a symbol
and as my brother
i’ve felt the warmth
and wrath
of angrbotha
the cool breath
of hel
keeps me moving
ever forward
but when death
embraces me
burn this vessel
and break my sword
so that i may go home