We are all equal,

In his blanched gaze.

Deciding life’s maze,

And finality’s crawl.

Curved features,

No longer a creature.

Carrying an anchor,

Holding score.

We are all equal,

In his glass chains.

Humanity will remain,

Until we heed his call.

Given the horde’s form,

He has been reborn.

Doth the sign he writ,

Doom’s loom he will sit.

He doesn’t know your fate,

Just his anchor will carry you.

It’s hunger he must sate,

Death the only thing true.

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I love you baby 🖤