| At the end of days, circling a bloated sun
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| Cast adrift within an endless vacuum
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| Interordinal hybridization
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| Of brobdingnagian creation
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| From this dais he reigns
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| Horror Unchained
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| Ever growing, larger and larger
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| Drinking deep of the ceaseless slaughter
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| Feasting upon his sons and daughters
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| All hail the Greatfather, the King
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| And the dark pods eternal
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| Mucus from the poison abyss
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| Enthroned in the putrescent Gardens of Slish
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| Beyond the black gulf of unending time
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| Hideous nebulae woven in slime
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| Reborn of the ooze, brought back, exhumed from gravities tomb
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| Captive by the force of ten thousand stars
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| His fury for aeons confined to the dark
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| Harvester of the cosmic sea
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| Nourishing his eternity
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| And when all is gone, and the boundaries melt
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| He hangs in the heavens devouring himself
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| In the chaos of this transformation
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| Metaphysical annihilation
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| As his power wanes
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| Energies dissipate
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| Ever falling, farther and farther
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| In the heart of his collapsing structure
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| Igniting a seed of another Mollusca |