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Taking a step back and practicing some writing for my Necronomiconish-grimoire. So, Cthulhu Mythos unedited stream-of-consciousness theatre brings you a prose poem:


Nyarlathotep

Nyarlathotep
the crawling chaos
Nyarlathotep
the mad messenger of the gods
Nyarlathotep
the laughing harbinger of doom
Nyarlathotep
who gives out seeds of destruction
but lets you plant them
Nyarlathotep says
I don’t have arms
but I know how to use them
Nyarlathotep says
I don’t have a face
but I know where to get a thousand of them
Nyarlathotep says
I may be a god
but I hate my boss just like you do
Nyarlathotep says
I don’t know how to die
that’s why I love to watch you kill

From out of Egypt he came
Tall and dark and stately
Like the Pharaohs of old
He didn’t wear the double crown
But we swore we saw the sun disk
Settle on his brow
And the wild jackals licked his hands
Fear and confusion were his harbingers
Death and destruction his afterbirths
Rumors of chaos spread
And people muttered darkly
And said things weren’t like this
In the good old days
And the sun glinted on the limestone casing
Of a pyramid newly risen from the desert sands
And the dark man laughed and laughed