No Frith for Fascists
There is no frith for fascist ilk,
be it nationalist, cop, or terf.
No love can they hold,
soft and sleek as silk
As they commit to their own unworth.
Forsaken by Freyja; every one
a dishonest, abusive coward.
No sanctuary for them
no joy or compassion
As her wrath they have foolishly conjured.
By creed of Skadhi, their lives forfeit,
stripped of warmth, light, and vigor.
Endless their anguish
no mercy nor respite
Her vengeance, an endless Winter.
Hunted by Fenrir with bloodlust and fury,
their doom ever inevitable.
No quarter given
no peace nor amnesty
As the black wolf devours the intolerable.
There is no frith for fascist kind,
no hope for them, enjoyed.
No future given
no refuge to find
Ill-fated to be destroyed.
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