The magic bond goes beyond logic
finding at the bottom of the sea
the necessary conclusions
followed by a reason

Glitch and uncool but destined
like a hurricane
from distant lands
came the plague

Like an opinionated addict
firstly and foremost conceited
definitely undervalued
and under conseigned

Seems horrible to tell of destiny
nothingness as in fails
flickering men sets sail
found and destined and obeying

Nature is compounded of laws
set in stone it is written
holy obeyers come forth
nightly fishermen and a sign

Scrolling through pergament
revealing the inner secrets
finding a treasure
burried beneath

Out there beyond the light
underhand and righteous
mad men fishing for sharks
oh my god can it endure?

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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