Madness is in water or mercury,
Though a distorted self is much more kind
Than forms that rise unbidden from mirrors:
The pale goddess that rules over the damned,
The long-fanged wolf that waits for broken chains-
I raise an axe to break this evil spell
Then notice the ever-hungry serpent
Staring through me with my eyes, with my face.
Jormungand whispers. He hisses at me,
"Father, know ye not the children of your body?"
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