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Independent of Intensity  It's...

The light, that paints a subtle hue.

While white ice, floats, in an amber brew.

It slowly melts in the vodka .....

While

I'm drinking, in the shadows, 

thinking of you.

Roll back the darkness, for I fear no man.

All the while.

The devil, just .......ignores me.

God, tells me,........ I've been chosen.

But neither of them wants me.

Just now 

So I'm off, to gathering ....

Cross, that golden bridge .

Where I'll sit, and get pissed.

In

The Hall of Valhalla 

Giajl © Jim Love