"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 DESIRE
Words of CONTROL
Words 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 King
My Lord
My 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 Son
Silver-Tongued Deity
Trickster 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 Damned
Father to Fenrir, Slayer of Odin
Mother to Sleipnir, The Eight-Legged Stallion
Your destined demise is yet carved into the stone

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 fear
The one all will praise and fear
Loki's will be done

Our God and true ruler will remain eternal over Midgard