Outer Gods & Great Old Ones - By: EdTi

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die far below the pyramids, marching armies, trapped within such is the abyss of night, Egyptian black pharaoh give you fright trapped and running, as you try to escape, from one never late leave you screaming, mind agape, subtle signals, the mind rape the pure sadist of infinite cosmos, madness is what he wants the most break your will as fast as your mind, darkest heart one could ever find his thrill is for the torture, despises the rest of the pathos his ethos is comatose, grandiose suffering is what he wants to compose No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity in the deepest darkest place below the sea, where dead dreamers return as food for thee chained there against the dead ice walls, holy great old one awaits the stars great old sleeper of R'lyeh, priest of the elders, do you scream when the master calls asked the idiot Azathoth of the old ones, are you still dreaming of me, of me, of me, at all? distorted forms with amber eyes, staring down from the jaws of the abyss cyclopean structures of non-Euclidean geometry leaves your mind reeling the cosmos is uncaring, the tentacles of time strangle us all unrelentingly no romance, only decay, only hostility on the brain, directed from the unseen he set them on a path to madness, they gladly followed the real secret never spoken, horror and the mentally broken lived tales of chaotic sadness, traumatized minds left hollow derealization, never be same again, timeless spiraling dissociation the elders have you now the eldritch has you now the elders have you now the eldritch has you now down through endless voids of sentient blackness he fell. Aeons reeled, universes died and were born again stars became nebulae and nebulae became stars... we are all ghosts in Ghatanothoa's Black Crystal eyes