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The all-seeing, reality warping
Locked outside the universe
Sight and knowledge
Of space and time
The mass of glowing orbs
The lurker at the threshold
Nug! Yaboo! Yeb! Tsathoggua!
Gravitons Passing through Yog-Sothoth
The Nameless Mist and Darkness
The Nameless Mist is Yog-Sothoth
Darkness may be a representation matter
And Shub-Niggurath may be a portion of
The matter that passed through
Yog-Sothoth into our space-time
And the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet
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Azathoth
06:00
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Azathoth, the slumbering, sightless prince of daemons,
who dwells dreaming in the center of rippling chaos
beyond the ordered universe in a palace
whose dimensions defy all conceivable geometries,
and whose malicious idiocy birthed the world, thinks you’re garbage
Out in the mindless void the daemon bore me,
Past the bright clusters of dimensioned space,
Till neither time nor matter stretched before me,
But only chaos, without form or place
Here the vast lord of all in darkness muttered
things he had dreamed but could not understand,
while near him shapeless bat-things flopped and
fluttered in idiot vortices that ray-streams fanned
Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of
Nethermost confusion
which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity
whence flow the aimless waves whose chance
combining gives each frail cosmos its eternal law
Whose name no lips dare speak aloud,
and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable,
unlighted chambers beyond time and space
amidst the muffled maddening beating of vile drums
and the thin monotonous whine of cursed flutes
They danced insanely to the high
clutched in a monstrous paw
“I am his messenger,” the daemon said,
as in contempt he struck his master’s head
Azathoth! Azathoth! Azathoth!
The boundless daemon prince
Yog-Sothoth! Yog-Sothoth! Yog-Sothoth!
The being, a congeries of iridescent spheres
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Astrophobos
08:37
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In the midnight heavens burning
through ethereal deeps afar,
once I watched with restless yearning
an alluring, aureate star
Every eye aloft returning, gleaming nigh the arctic car
Mystic waves of beauty blended with the gorgeous golden rays
Phantasies of bliss descended in a myrrhed elysian haze
and in lyre-born chords extended
There (thought I) lies scenes of pleasure,
where the free and blessed dwell,
and each moment bears a treasure
freighted with a lotus-spell,
and there floats a liquid measure
from the lute of Israfel
There I told myself were shining worlds of happiness unknown
Peace and innocence entwining by the crowned
Virtue’s throne men of light,
their thoughts refining
purer, fairer, than our own
Thus I mused, when o’er the vision
crept a red delirious change
hope dissolving to derision,
beauty to distortion strange
hymnic chords in weird collision
Crimson burned the star of sadness
as behind the beams I peered
all was woe that seemed but gladness
here my gaze with truth was seared
Cacodaemons, mired with madness, through the fevered flickering leered
Now I know the fiendish fable that the golden glitter bore
Now I shun the spangled sable that I watched and loved before
But the horror, set and stable, haunts my soul for evermore
Astrophobos
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Frenzied oracles foretelling
the ascent from fathomless gloom
of the one abiding in the depths
from beyond, almighty terror
On the black midnight wind
I heard the far ringing of deep-toned bells
through gateways of recalling
beckoned me back to elder towers
Fused into one mysterious cosmic drone
Echoes from outer voids
Elder signs and primal secrets
Wrapped in red as scarlet flame
Linked with all the laws of time and space
Certain ancient things form a trace,
a sign of continuity
I knew that through the cosmic dome
those rays were calling from my far lost home
Standing in primordial ruin, the dreamless one
Endless desolation, oblivious darkness
Onwards, bring the light to me
For it is time to show thy power
Down the vastness in starlit streams of hours
where the great river begins it’s course
the source of every unplaced memory
lurks beyond man’s present comprehension
That lost world floating dimly on time’s stream
I do not know if ever it existed
And shimmering at the back of some indistinct dream
And yet I see it often, violet-misted
the nether pits to those foul grey worlds
hidden deep in nightmare’s well
he welcomes me into his amorphous grasp
In labyrinths obscure and undefined
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Ανεμοι των Αστρων
03:45
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The vast evening star in this haunting solitude
The vague visions of dim sunsets trembled
Pale auroras glow distorted projections
Feeble moonlight sheds a spectral luster
Endless time had chilled and petrified
where night reigned nebulous and black
Reeking of strange things brought in from the seas
Foul air bursts from the voids that deployed beyond
Those hollow cliffs past the sprawling lakes
were the lost passage to dark walls of
ancient crypts obscured by mist
There I was whispering as memories of infinitude embrace me
In the lost region from the world of clay
a marble tower where the last Elder One lives on alone
Talking to chaos with the beat of drums
Dark stones round an altar whose carved sign invokes
that nameless one to whom a thousand smokes rose
Under the three moons, a rift in the horizon’s wall
Opening to worlds where only gods can be
Imperious pillars as the flame takes form
The Elder One chanting praises for the Headless God
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