He was a King,
But did bad things.
Murdering his own people,
The Spirits should get him once.
The Cult of Yog-Sothis came,
He had no more time to prey
on his own kind, being chased
And in a short time he was erased.
It is the Law of Yog-Sothis:
Not murder your own kind
Or, being brought to Albion,
And brought before His might!
They will cut your head off,
Doing this to keep balance;
In the Ley Lines of the world,
Harmony it is, I heard...
Submitted: May 22, 2020
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