"God of Mischief"
Your fate is carved in stone.
-- By XaiakuX
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Laced with poison your words escape your lips
Ever intoxicating and dangerous to hear
They grab at me ears with a touch that chills my every bone
Words of PROMISE
Words of DESIREWords of CONTROLWords of FEAR
They suffocate me until I trust them completely
Your smile lingers in my mind, mischievous and cruel
Unrelenting and sinister, as my will becomes your toy
As if I were a marionette, and you a skillful puppeteer
Like butter I would melt entirely to your whim
My God
My KingMy LordMy Master
For I am a man, and men to gods are like ants to boots
For a man's will, mine stands stronger than most
I fight to no avail against the might of your control
I am an unwilling nor wanting servant to a child of Jötunheimr
I am forced to carry your burdens, unable to change my fate
O' Loki
Laufey's SonSilver-Tongued DeityTrickster of the Gods
Your words have manifested and stricken me like a disease
Child of the violent Fárbauti, you may seize Midgard
Humans are feeble towards your prowess of control
You may crush humanity beneath your mighty boot
Loki the terrible, Loki the great, Loki the prankster
Father to Jörmungandr, the Midgard Serpent
Father to Hel, Keeper of the DamnedFather to Fenrir, Slayer of OdinYour destined demise is yet carved into the stoneMother to Sleipnir, The Eight-Legged Stallion
My words are like poison as they escape my lips
Yet the words that expel are not mine to speak
My tongue is twisted and controlled by he who wills me
The one I praise and fear
The one you must praise and fearThe one all will praise and fearLoki's will be done
Our God and true ruler will remain eternal over Midgard



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