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He dwells in shadows , In slimy depths

Where no common man dares to step

Amphibious, serpentine evil being

He is frog, king of bog

Big and round, rage unsound

Many frog, died by his

Cruel frog hands

He lives in hell, no soul will tell

Upon a throne, made of bone and blackstone

He wields an axe, the axe that cracks

The skulls of all those who oppose him

Obey your god

The king of death

So I’ll wait for the perfect opportunity

To slit your throat, lay back and watch you bleed

I am the frog that will take your mortality

I am the ultimate god-like entity

*unintelligible bubbling*