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The Blind Idiot Gods (A Tribute to H. P. Lovecraft)







Perched upon his carven throne and cloaked in ethereal darkness



Rendered sightless in the battle giving birth unto his madness



Banished to the distant stars, imprisoned beyond time’s gates



All hail the Nuclear Chaos, he who commands the liers-in-wait



The Daemon Sultan of the void where the black vortices spiral



Where death dances to demonic drumming, muffled, maddening, and vile



Accursed piping of the Faceless One playing wild and monotonous melodies



Summons forth the Nameless Mist ceaselessly seeking his dooming entry



Behold the lurker at the threshold, the stalker of the stars



The color out of space, the haunter of the dark



The whisperer in darkness, the shadow out of time



The thing upon the doorstep, waiting for the ebon planets to align



He who is lord of the eldritch, the harbinger of strange days



That which lies in deathless slumber, the one who shall not be named



The cosmic wells seethe and boil with the pitch of primordial life



At the Mi-Go priests of Yoggoth droning their wicked and blasphemous rites



Upon the foreheads of the gnawing larva the sinister seals were set



And they recited the beast’s number, “seven and nine down the onyx steps”



From beyond the gulfs of infinity a sardonic preternatural titter marked the hour



As the foul protoplasmic star sanguine plunged with a lust to devour



Out of the depths of time, from a place only mighty Dagon sees



Lies an unfathomable eon old evil, awaken the thing that should not be

Pallida Mors







I am the eternal illness for which there can be no inoculation nor defense



I am the ever lurking inevitable curse, the merciless devourer of all existence



I’m the unprejudiced reaping of spirits and the stripping of heavenly wings



The shattering of crowns and halos, the one for whom the banshee screams



I’m the roaring dragon, the eerie silent shadows in the wake of Hiroshima unfurled



Conquistador of humans and angels alike, the fateful wasting away of worlds



I am the longest darkest slumber, the suffocating abyss to life’s steadfast descent



Hell-stalked pallida Mors, commanding general of war, famine, and pestilence



The noose’s embrace and lead’s kiss curing your lonely suicidal depression



The cold lifeless artist who inspires one’s own twisted homicidal obsessions



I am the appending doom foretold of with vehemence by the prophet Nostradamus



Obsidian gate six feet under to Hades, unabashed sacrifice to rotting Eurynomos



Sackcloth cloaked wraith of woes, taking flight upon swift and ghastly wings



The severing of fig from tree like a scythe keener than the deadly samurai’s swing



I am the poisonous hypodermic fang that penetrates the pulsing blue veno



The lethal injection of synthetic opiates trans-mutating your coursing hemo



I am the creeping of necrosis, aggressive gangrenous infection of the flesh



Pandering to the gnawing frenzied maggots at the snuffing of thy last drawn breath



Malignant deformities born in a cesspool of Chernobyl’s irradiated mutagens



I am military scientists developing warfare chemurgy and experimental pathogens



Stalker of White Chapel, the serrated scalpel that slit the prostitute’s throat



Impervious to the seething crimson horror, admiring her gasping musical notes



The most taboo antagonist older than the eons, end game between the hyena and lion



I am the composer of annihilation, sorcerer muse to all that is dead and dying



The crushing forceps of abortion delivering the unwanted rape and crack babies



I am the therapeutic peace of euthanasia and the agonizing madness of rabies



I am the final stygian destination to all of creation’s unfathomable journey



Cosmic explosions unleashed in the individual flat lining on the cardiac gurney



I’m the grave irreversible effects stemming from morbid obesity and starvation



I’m the sovereign agenda of political bedlamites dictating the genocide of nations



The sealing of the transaction between the swindling devil and naïve Faustian



I’m the kindler of the ovens of Auschwitz, thumbs down signal of Rome’s Colosseum



I’m the persuasive spokesmen of commercials selling carcinogenic inhalation murk



The intoxicated bedevilment cultivating families like wilting flowers in a bed of dirt



I’m the wickedly alluring nectar of the noxious hemlock and the deceptive nightshade



Indestructible warrior on a sworn mission, conceived to continuously exterminate



Macabre love offering of the Branch Davidians, communion of the Jonestown sect



The eldritch Hale Bop and its frozen ion trail where its dead congregation is swept



I am the astrological Arcanum of stagnant discoloration on the rising blood moon



My decrepit essence haunting mortuaries and tainting archaic mausoleums and tombs



I’m what Poe and Lovecraft exploited with deepest loathing and bizarre fascination



I am the lunatic firing at random and the anarchy amidst mass assassinations



I’m the worm infested pages of the Codex Gigas, festering abomination summoned from within



Fiery retribution poured out on Sodom and Gomorrah, the wages of unatoned sins



I am the shifting of the sands as they gradually slip past the hourglass’s narrow threshold



I am the separating of grain from chaff, I am the harvest of ripening souls



I’m the seventh plague of Egypt, Noah’s flood that cleansed earth of the Nephilim



I am the instantaneous incinerating force of the all-seeing composite Seraphim



The rappings of the ebon Raven and Prince Prospero’s red ballroom finale



The shadowy preternatural phantoms which dwell down every city’s nocturnal ally



I’m the plague masked by pockets of poesies and the reason Mary’s garden grows



I am the infamous pied piper of Hamlin and the future Christmas Carol ghost



I’m the stark wrath and testament of Golgotha, reminder that even gods can die



I’m the swallowing void, lord of innumerable forms, I am death personified

The Harlequin’s Lullaby







Rest thy weary eyes and settle thy tongue dear child



The sun toils no longer, ‘tis the hour for fay dreams



Of sultry gypsy maidens and two-bit whimsical Jacks



Nefarious masquerades in the carnival of iniquities



Mystagogue takes the podium with beguiling intent



Bellowing forth his perorating pompous sovereignty



A pythonic precursor of blasphemous abominations



Harboring vistas that pander to thy morbid curiosity



Transcend the threshold like eager autumnal spirits



Whisked away like taraxacum florets upon a zephyr



To join deathly ranks of the lost spectral audience



There to eternally mourn their broken earthly tethers



So deviate not from thy sanctum in naivety little one



Lest your soul be subjugated by the imprecating moon



Alas to be ensnared for thy untimely impetuous fate



For the infelicitous deeds of a tittering devil’s buffoon

For such a long time

My soul has been searching for yours

Yearning for you, so empty inside



When you came along

And smiled at me

My heart skipped a beat

And I knew

It was you

My soul had been searching for



But why the testing of souls?

The hurt and the pain?

Would we ever be the same?



My tears were real

I thought we were through

But you proved me wrong

You showed me that our souls are strong



We truly are as one

Our love has long begun

And will carry on

I am yours and you are mine

Forever through the tests of time

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MistressAngelique
05:02 Nov 28 2016

Love you my sweet Ray :)

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Cinnamon
07:06 Nov 28 2016

Y'all are so sweet you're giving me a toothache! :P

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You found me wandering through the hopeless dark



A lonely soul who carried his broken heart



You took those shattered pieces, and I softly wept beneath the moon



But my sorrow soon turned to love, as we both began to swoon



In you I saw an angel and I sought to mend your injured wings



You enchant me with your song that only an angel could sing



I showed you my true being, a creation formed by evil hands



But you melded together the pieces in beauty the moment you took my hand



Because you are a divine creation, the goddess I will worship ever on high



Life will never know our death, because this love can never die



You summoned me out of my oblivion, and gave me reason to live again



Together beyond forever, our love shall never end!

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MistressAngelique
05:02 Nov 28 2016

I love this! Thank you so much my love!

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