The vikings have finally died.
The beard must come off because it's only a reminder,
Of when I felt electrified.
Perhaps there are more doors that I will find open.
I always have in the past.
Though, even though I've walked into everyone of them,
Nothing's ever seemed to last.
Miracles happen, I guess, why would I want ease,
In attaining what will ease my life?
Will not the taste of victory be much sweeter,
When I can look back at my old strife?
And it's alright,
I'll never give up on this anyway.
Whatever it is, I may never tell,
But I'll be doing it everyday.
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