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Keim, The Lord of Anguish

Let the war burn.

By XSTS SheytaanPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

They shall kneel and drink like dogs from my bowl Reminded that I am Greater than his money and all of his possessions Not a day is there where he is not in my hands Even his belief that he is Greater serves me Such a thought I shall swallow whole In my belly it shall be And if it is upsetting to me, I shall spit it back out All that he posseses cannot amount to that which I am Nor the love for his master For even his Master loveth me more But too am I such a thing My word shall be law to him until it is branded on his forehead for his brothers and sisters to witness Fall from the highest pillars and mountains he will if he dare commit Treason against my Love, and then Secondly, my Mercy for his corrupted soul His master frees him not from such a thing And such thing I am Greater than His love for his master and his stature does not compare to what I Love and can Love And he and his band of grave robbers shall learn too well of that

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    Written by XSTS Sheytaan