Unlawful King

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...



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Unlawful King

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