Gontrov
WIP Poem need to write his shit:
Gontrov, the god of sickness and decay, His symbol, a smog, leading life astray, Three teardrop shapes, marred by his power, His touch, corruption that spreads like a flower. The Coughing Child, they call him by name, His power over sickness, a dreadful game, Infestation and rot, his tools of trade, All who oppose him, their fate, already made. A force of darkness, he thrives in the shadows, His power over disease, an unstoppable flow, The symbol of smog, a warning to see, Of his grip on life, and its inevitable fee. Gontrov, the god of sickness and infestation, His power, a curse on life's duration, The Coughing Child, an omen of his might, His touch, a disease that takes flight.
Gontrov, the god of sickness and decay, His symbol, a smog, leading life astray, Three teardrop shapes, marred by his power, His touch, corruption that spreads like a flower. The Coughing Child, they call him by name, His power over sickness, a dreadful game, Infestation and rot, his tools of trade, All who oppose him, their fate, already made. A force of darkness, he thrives in the shadows, His power over disease, an unstoppable flow, The symbol of smog, a warning to see, Of his grip on life, and its inevitable fee. Gontrov, the god of sickness and infestation, His power, a curse on life's duration, The Coughing Child, an omen of his might, His touch, a disease that takes flight.
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