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Lord Loss sows all sorrows of the world
Lord Loss seeds the greif-starched trees

In the center of the web, lowly Lord Loss bows his head

Mangled hands, naked eyes
Fanged snakes his soul line
Curled inside like textured sin
Bloody, curdles sheets for skin

In the center of the web, vile Lord Loss torments the dead

Over strands of red, Lord Loss crawls
Dispensing pain, despising all
Shuns friends, nurtures foes
Ravenges hope, breeds woe
Drinks moon, devours suns
Twirls his thumbs till the reaper comes

In the center of the web, lush Lord Loss is all that’s left

floresme:

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gottahavemahpops:

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