Nordic men in Nordic ways
Describe how the end takes place
They call it the Ragnarok
Day on which the world turns dark.
The age of fire will usher into Asgard
Fiery giants of Muspell will take over.

(the entire poem in caption)

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कुछ दूर
चलते ही...




घर से
निकलते ही...
(Read in
this ⬆ direction)

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রামধনু রঙা সেতু নিয়ে ছিলাম অ্যাসগার্ড হয়ে।
একলা জীবন কাটছিলো বেশ, দেদার ল্যাধ খেয়ে।
কোন খেয়ালে পড়ল হঠাৎ তোমার আগুনে চোখ?
সূর্ত্রর হয়ে জ্বালালে আমায়, করলে র‍্যাগনারক।

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"but I'm not as Stronge as you"he regreted,
"No, you are Stronger"
-the_broken_pencil

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मार के क्या मिलेगा हमको ख़ुशी जब होगी जब साथ में हर एक पल हम साथ जी जाये!

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When I die I won't go to hell or heaven...I'll go to Valhalla and watch Ragnarök destroy your world...

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We all are detached from each other, partitioned in the name of cast, creed, religion, place, state, country, region and pole that we forgetting to get stringed again in the name of humanity. And also are destroying the earth we live on. And we're so not moved by it like it's a very normal issue and deep down inside we know we'll be the people responsible for the triumphs that our future generations will face but we don't bother to worry about those things as we won't face the things no! So let it be. So for one time lets not blame the weather or the triumphs for destruction. Lets call ourselves the demons of our future. Every thing we do or have are linked to each other. Every positive thinking is chained with every negative one. Every triumph that occurs is chained to every destruction.....

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I accept my fate and be the Monster everyone wants to see inside of me...

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RAGNAROK

The end of times, as prophesied,
Death and Destruction, personified,
Battles, heartbreaks and pain anew,
Gouged out from the half-healed wounds.

Scorched earth, as far as the eyes could see,
A bleak sky, barely broken by burning trees,
Nor a whisper of a breath, not a murmur or a cry,
The world mourned, grief haunting their dreams.

Amidst the dust and rubble and rocks,
From among the numerous cracks,
A tiny glimpse of green, braving it all,
Like the quiet wonder of the madrugada.

The end of times, as prophesied,
Along with the beginning of times.
For with Death, entwined is Life,
Spiralling together, then, now and forever.

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Ragnarok

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