Occult'a Cthulhu

Let me introduce the occult of Cthulhu to you.

Cults of The Call Of Cthulhu, colts and ghouls too.

Haunted houses upon darkening tall mountains.

Barking mouths on lustful Hound of Tindalos.

They broke ground, destroyed towns when they manifest; lesser the other gods.

Creatures of the mythos.

Lessons in messages, cryptic questions and mythical legends.

Beasts with tentacle appendages, people with red metal pentagrams.

The evil is coming again, it's under my skin, letting it dwell into and begin.

Through the darkest of times, swells the darkness around my eyes.

Circles of flies, flames and all seeing eyes.

There's nothing to disguise the pain in their eyes, gears grind.

Portals opening up high, lightening flashing in the sky.

The people massing a cry; flirting with death and not even batting an eye.

I understand why they wonder and I see the greed and gluttony, blundering.

They feed from within under me.

Take heed, it's fire they breathe.

Up-heed the evils inside of me.

Blinding me and the entirety of mankind to see the side of mystery and the Necronomicon's

forbidden history.

That the gods will come electing for a chosen one, a champion who can read the Sussex manuscript without suffering from indefinite insanity.

Iä! Iä! Cthulhu Fhtagn!

The Power of Ibn Ghazi given us hidden clarity and some fearsome reality.